:20:00
...the noblest sentiments...
:20:03
...sound like the black utterances...
:20:05
...of a depraved imagination.
:20:07
It was very good, you know.
:20:09
- Yes, Dickie.
- Do forgive me, dear boy.
:20:12
I don't wish to be the prophet of doom.
:20:14
But one has the distinct feeling...
:20:16
...that the sword of Damocles hovers
ominously over the Savoy Theatre.
:20:26
How was Temple?
:20:28
Oh. Rather disgruntled, I fear.
:20:31
As though he wasn't
quite enjoying himself.
:20:34
His heart wasn't in it.
:20:36
No. One can usually rely
on Mr Temple, can't one?
:20:39
Mmm.
:20:42
And the ladies' chorus look as though
they could all do with a hearty meal.
:20:47
It's this infernal heat.
:20:49
One still has to feed oneself, Willie,
whatever the weather.
:20:53
And the audience
were fanning themselves...
:20:56
...with their programmes and libretti.
:20:58
Most distracting when one is striving
to concentrate on the performance...
:21:02
...to have in the corner of one's eye
this confounded flapping!
:21:05
Makes one want to stand up and shout!
:21:08
- I trust you restrained yourself.
- Of course I did, Willie.
:21:11
- More tea, ma'am?
- No, thank you, Pidgeon.
:21:13
- Coffee, sir?
- Yes.
:21:15
Pidgeon. Did my father say anything else?
:21:18
Nothing I should care to repeat, sir.
:21:22
There were more people
on the stage than in the audience.
:21:25
Did you count them?
:21:28
- No, of course I didn't.
- Then how do you know?
:21:32
I was speaking metaphorically.
:21:34
You were exaggerating.
:21:36
- Anything else, sir?
- No, thank you.
:21:39
Oh, horror!
:21:42
Horror!
:21:44
Horror!
:21:47
Willie.
:21:52
- Come in.
:21:54
- Good morning, my dear.
- Good morning, Richard.
:21:57
- Another scorcher.
- The everlasting bonfire.