:30:40
Beauty!
:30:46
Espoirl
:30:50
Is that your son?
:30:52
Could that be the silent, dour George?
:30:57
He's saying his creed.
:31:02
One more lump,
if I might trouble you, Mr. Beebe.
:31:06
Joy!
:31:09
Beauty!
:31:12
Joy...!
:31:15
He's declaring the eternal "yes".
:31:18
And a spoon, if there is one.
:31:22
Love!
:31:25
- What's that?
- The gentlemen are doubtless having a game.
:31:30
Why don't you join them, dear?
:31:33
I want to stop here with you.
:31:35
Observe my foresight. I never venture forth
without my mackintosh squares.
:31:40
At any time, one may have to sit
on damp ground or cold marble.
:31:46
Lucy, you have the other one.
:31:49
Come on, I insist. The ground will do for me.
:31:54
I have not had rheumatism for years,
and if I feel a twinge I'll stand up.