:48:00
- (laughs hysterically)
- Oh!
:48:03
The horse is a critic!
:48:05
Get out! Kill yourself, I dont care!
I hate you!
:48:27
- Gentlemen, are you ready?
- Yes.
:48:36
And...
:48:38
One.
:48:40
Two.
:48:42
Three.
:48:45
Four.
:48:47
Five.
:48:50
Six.
:48:52
Seven.
:48:54
Eight.
:48:57
Nine.
:48:59
Ten!
:49:17
I want to go home.
:49:20
Mummy said
we cant go till the roads dry up.
:49:24
But its been raining for three days now.
:49:27
Its no use. Were prisoners.
:49:30
Prisoners of the Bastille.
:49:33
Guards are everywhere.
:49:35
- Well blast our way out.
- Yes!
:49:38
(plays listless, melancholic piece)
:49:45
(sighs)