:50:00
He can go to hell -
I belong to no man.
:50:03
Your nose turns up.
:50:05
And when you get angry, your
mouth turns down at the corners.
:50:09
I'm sure you could find 100
things wrong with me...1,000!
:50:13
But you wouldn't throw me
out of your bed on a wet night.
:50:17
That's men for you -
anything's better than nothing.
:50:20
Wait! Come here!
:50:22
You don't know me.
:50:26
Because if you did,
you'd know that I much prefer
:50:30
one autumn afternoon
under the pines
:50:33
to a wet Saturday night,
any day.
:50:37
The sand has a terrible way of
getting where it shouldn't do.
:50:49
Get out of here, before
my passion runs away with me.
:50:53
Go on, get! Get!
:51:10
They told me
all Irishmen were crazy...
:51:13
now I believe them.
:51:15
- Will you be at mass?
- Do I look like I will?
:51:19
Yes. I think you do.
:51:35
Oh, Devlin, you bloody idiot.
:51:38
You never learn.
:51:41
Never bloody learn.
:51:44
Himmler sends personal wishes
for success from the Führer.
:51:51
You've altered the parachutes.
Why?
:51:53
Unfortunately, we have high tide
when we must drop.
:51:58
So we may land in the surf.