:00:01
- I've got to meet my mother.
- Oh, your eternal mother!
:00:04
- Good-bye, girls.
- Bye, Mr. Lloyd.
:00:21
- My feet are wet.
- Take your shoes off then, silly.
:00:24
Dry them
by the stove.
:00:26
I'll make some tea.
:00:54
- Aren't there any more biscuits?
- No, that's the lot.
:00:57
I'm not up to
Cramond standards, I fear.
:00:59
Lasagna verde,
"harlot" russe.
:01:02
A wonder all that rich food
doesn't give old Lowther a stoppage.
:01:05
He eats his greens.
:01:09
Do you paint portraits
of your own children too?
:01:26
Is that your wife?
:01:28
That's my wife.
Her name is Deirdre.
:01:32
Is she in her prime?
:01:35
Perhaps
not quite yet.
:01:38
One day, I'd like to paint
all you Brodie girls.
:01:40
It'd be interesting to see what sort
of group I can make of you.
:01:42
We'd all look like
one great big Brodie I suppose.
:01:47
You're a clever little cat,
aren't you?
:01:59
That will teach you to look at an artist like that.