:03:01
She always lamented that she slept alone
:03:10
Now she sleeps in the arms of Death.
:03:48
After you, please.
:03:52
No, Mr. Chaucer, after you, please
:03:57
It was nothing, sir.
:03:59
Nothing, my eye! You hurt me bad!
:04:02
You have a nose like a bludgeon
:04:05
l was joking. l hope
l did not offend you
:04:09
Between a jest and a joke
many a truth can be told
:04:23
Im so skilled in the art of weaving...
:04:25
...I can undo all those
bitches in Ypres and Ghent
:04:32
In all modesty I say... Oh,
shit... begging your pardon...
:04:35
...there's none better than me
for gathering collections in church
:04:42
And if any woman should try
to get the better of me...
:04:46
Ill make her wish she'd never been born
:04:50
I'll eat her alive!
:04:56
Three times l went to Jerusalem