:51:32
This is exploitation. It's not fair.
:51:34
- Shut up, Lydie.
- Yeah. You got us into this.
:51:37
Ooh, my little ankle-biters.
:51:40
Do I sense dissension in the ranks?
:51:42
Are we ready for homework,
or shall we continue manual labour?
:51:46
- No. Anything but this.
- Then upstairs, my little nose-miners.
:51:51
Go. Flee before me!
:51:54
Onward and upward!
:51:56
Go pump some neurons.
:51:58
Expand your craniums.
:52:01
- I miss Dad.
- Me, too.
:52:03
Me most.
:52:07
I'm here, guys.
:52:10
In some form.
:52:15
Let's see.
:52:20
OK. Pinch of basil.
:52:25
Damn!
:52:34
Mayday!
:52:37
Oh, God! It's gonna blow!
:52:41
Easy.
:52:43
Damn. Calm down.
:52:46
Come on.
:52:49
How is it? Oh, my God. It's clotted. Oh, God.
:52:53
This hollandaise smells like burnt rubber.
:52:57
God, it's hot in here.