:10:01
...they tickle
- My bottle tastes of rum, oh!
:10:06
Look, father
:10:08
Come nearer, man, I can't see you well
:10:16
Riddle, riddle, come near the smoke
and I'll tell you a joke
:10:31
This face reminds me of somebody
Why don't we follow him?
:10:49
- What do you want, Mister Wooley?
- The same
:10:52
Alright, Mister Wooley
:10:55
Wooley! I know I knew that
face
:10:58
Well, well. A descendant of that
boy that sent us to the fire
:11:04
I know why he has that sad face,
I cursed his family
:11:11
I thought that birds in love
always flew together
:11:16
- Stella talks about politics
- are you nervous for the elections?
:11:19
No. I can't lose having all
the newspapers in favour of me
:11:23
My future father in law
has never bet for a loser
:11:26
If our luck disappears,
I'll have to pawn the stethoscope
:11:29
You can't lose, Dodley.
He doesn't miss a thing
:11:33
Posters in a private party
:11:35
For him all the wedding
is publicity trick
:11:38
We are going to marry the day before
the elections to have more publicity
:11:44
Wallace, you have drunk enough
:11:46
- But, Stella...
- I want to go home
:11:49
- Yes, Stella. Do you want a lift, Dodley?
- Yes, thanks
:11:56
The curse works,
she seems to be a shrew