:19:02
Why kid ourselves?
:19:03
He's a hopeless alcoholic.
:19:07
"The cloud-capp'd towers the gorgeous palaces."
:19:11
Nat!
:19:13
The solemn temples, the great globe itself...
:19:16
Mr. Birnam, you ought to go home. It's late.
:19:18
Yea, all which it inherit shall dissolve...
:19:20
You ought to be home, on account of your brother.
:19:22
Who says so?
:19:24
You said so. On account of you're going away somewhere,
don't you remember?
:19:27
- What time is it?
- Ten past six.
:19:29
- Well, why didn't you tell me?
- What do you think I've been doing for a half an hour?
:19:32
Hey, hey, your change.
:20:13
Taxi! Taxi!
:20:15
- I'll give you a lift as far as Grand Central.
- No thanks. I'm gonna wait here.
:20:18
You're crazy.
:20:20
Because I won't give up? Maybe I am.
:20:23
Let go of him, Helen. Give yourself a chance.
:20:25
Goodbye, Wick.