:30:32
What are you doing in my darkroom, Jules?
:30:35
My name"s Vern, ain"t it?
:30:38
Moron.
:30:41
So why do you keep calling me Jules?
:30:47
Come in.
:30:52
Hello, Dad.
:30:54
I tried to stop him moving in.
:30:56
- Been misbehaving with the lodgers again.
- Bloody wogs.
:30:59
Thanks, Dad.
:31:00
How"s the photo album going?
:31:02
All right. Here, have a go at those.
:31:05
You"re not still on
the poor old 1930s, surely.
:31:08
It was a terrible time to be young.
:31:10
Poverty. Unemployment.
:31:13
No light at the end of the corridor.
:31:15
- It"s better now, even with the bomb.
- Hold it a minute. We may do this.
:31:18
Should"ve had my youth along with
all these drip-dry shirts and Sputniks...
:31:22
not like then.
:31:23
Dad, you"re toughening it up a little.
:31:25
Looks like you and Ma
had a good time in these.
:31:28
My wedding day.
:31:30
I remember it like it was yesterday.
:31:33
I wish it was tomorrow, then l"d cancel it.
:31:35
It"s not that bad.
:31:37
You should get out more often.
Why do you hang around this dump?
:31:40
"Cause the dump has to look respectable.
:31:42
She keeps him here.
:31:44
Ignore him, Dad.
:31:46
He"s nothing to do with me.
And keep him away from my pictures.
:31:49
And don"t remind me, splattered
all over the ceiling in the morning.
:31:52
You really are a horror.
A real unidentified slob from outer space.
:31:57
Is that a fact?
:31:58
Well, you"re a traitor to the working class.