:47:00
# Ye fiends of night, your filthy blight
:47:04
# In noisome plenty yield
:47:09
Number one!
:47:12
# It is done!
:47:15
Number two.
:47:18
# One too few!
:47:20
Number three!
:47:26
# Set us free! Set us free!
Our work is done
:47:29
# Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!
:47:30
# Ha ha ha haa!
:47:36
# Let us fly to a far-off land
:47:38
# Where peace and plenty dwell
:47:40
# Too late, too late
:47:42
# Let us fly where the silver strand
is echoed in every shell
:47:46
# Too late, too late
:47:48
# Let us fly! Let us fly!
:47:49
# That happy fate
:47:51
# Let us fly! Let us fly!
:48:03
- How many today, Jessie?
- Only nine, alas!
:48:07
"Oh, alas!"
:48:10
I have received none today.
:48:13
I'm utterly neglected.
:48:15
Have these, you poor soul!
:48:17
I don't want your scraps, Jessie Bond.
:48:21
Too vigorous, Emily. Apply the bandage.
:48:25
Beg your pardon, Miss Bond.
:48:29
- Shall I ever find anybody again?
- Don't be so gloomy, Leonora.
:48:33
Sadly, I seem to appeal
only to elderly gentlemen.
:48:38
Where are my young bucks and blades?
Quel dommage!
:48:41
I've told you what you must do.
:48:43
The last thing a girl wants
after an evening's performance...
:48:47
...is to have to go and sing
all night for London society.
:48:51
Idle ladies and their odious husbands.
:48:54
One has to sing for one's supper.
:48:56
It's damned exhausting. I detest it.
:48:58
Anyway, they're not all married.