:41:01
I should have realised.
The richest woman in England.
:41:04
Of course she's got the pox!
:41:05
- Calm down. It'll be worth it.
- Worth it!
:41:09
My John Thomas
is a complete disaster area!
:41:13
- Look!
- I don't wanna look.
:41:15
Look! Look!
:41:20
- Jesus Christ.
- (moans)
:41:22
And you say it'll be worth it!
The whole paraphernalia's on fire!
:41:26
Information is all you care about.
Information, information.
:41:30
America, America, America.
:41:32
I hope you drown on the way!
:41:40
And Rebecca's lost to me.
:41:42
How can I make love to her with the pox?
:41:44
Agh.
:41:50
What's that? Ugh.
:41:53
Plunkett's Patent Pox Cure.
:41:57
Used to be an apothecary, didn't I?
:42:01
- What?
- Does it work?
:42:03
It has been known, yeah.
:42:13
Just be very careful, all right?
:42:21
Typical aristocracy.
:42:23
She gives you the pox...
:42:26
...and then four days later
she's marrying someone else.
:42:29
- Poor bastard.
- Rich bastard.
:42:32
Marriage à la mode, my dear Plunkett.
:42:35
- Love you, darling.
- I love you, too.
:42:38
Love her fortune, that is.
:42:40
(Plunkett) There they are:
the Devonshire diamonds.
:42:43
- See your Rebecca's here.
- Is she?
:42:46
- Where? Where?
- End of the table, right-hand side.
:42:53
Bastard!
:42:56
What rhymes with Rebecca?
:42:59
Pecker. How is the old, er...