: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.
:02:07
Don't you want
the rest of your things?
:02:12
Can't have you running through
the streets like a wee whore.
:02:27
Oh, there's Sandy!
:02:32
Sandy!
:02:35
Sandy.!
Sandy, dear.!
:02:42
Hello, Miss Brodie,
Mr. Lowther.
:02:44
Whatever are you
doing in this neighborhood?
:02:46
Mr. Lowther and I have been shopping
for tomorrow's lunch.
:02:49
Thank goodness we can still have
our Sunday lunch at Cramond.
:02:52
I can't tell you how much I miss
having you girls in my class this year.
:02:56
We miss you too,
Miss Brodie.
:02:58
Tomorrow, I must tell you girls
of a new plot Miss Mackay has...