:22:11
Eliza, what a surprise.
:22:13
Not a brass farthin'.
:22:15
Hey, you come 'ere, Eliza.
:22:17
I ain't gonna take me 'ard-earned wages...
:22:19
...and let you pass 'em on
to a bloody pubkeeper.
:22:29
You wouldn't send me 'ome
to your stepmother...
:22:32
...without a drop o' liquid protection,
would ya?
:22:35
Stepmother, indeed!
:22:37
Well, I'm willin' to marry 'er.
It's me that suffers by it.
:22:40
I'm a slave to that woman, Eliza.
:22:42
Just because I ain't 'er lawful 'usband.
:22:45
Come on.
:22:46
Slip your ol' dad just 'alf a crown
to go 'ome on.
:22:50
Well, I had a bit o' luck meself last night.
:22:56
But don't keep comin' around
countin' on 'alf crowns from me!
:23:00
Thank you, Eliza. You're a noble daughter.
:23:05
## Beer, beer, glorious beer
:23:09
# Fill yourself right up ##
:23:31
See this creature
with her curbstone English...
:23:33
... that will keep her
in the gutter till the end of her days?
:23:37
In six months, I could pass her off
as a duchess at an Embassy Ball.
:23:41
I could get her a job as a lady's maid
or a shop assistant...
:23:44
... which requires better English.
:23:54
You disgrace to the noble architecture
of these columns!