:25:00
Put the trunk inside.!
:25:04
Now, Miss Becky,
:25:08
this is my younger son,
Rawdon.
:25:10
And mind you stay clear
ofhis fluttering lashes.
:25:14
He breaks hearts
for a hobby, but...
:25:16
he's a soldier
through and through.
:25:18
- I'm warned.
- Mm-hmm.
:25:34
With a little liquor, I can do it.
:25:38
You must be bored
as a brick down here.
:25:41
I have your father
and brother for company.
:25:43
Precisely.
:25:46
Not a great many laughs
in Miss Crawley, I can tell you.
:25:50
I seem to remember
anchovy paste is a favorite delicacy
of yours, Aunt Tilly.
:25:54
But not for do... doggies.
:25:57
I don't agree.
I suspect she's the quickest wit
in the room.
:26:00
No, no, no.
I mean my brother, not my aunt.
:26:03
They used to call him
"Miss Crawley" at Eton.
:26:06
Go on. Admit it.
:26:09
He looks a little underweight.
He's the dullest dog
in shoe leather.
:26:15
Really, Captain Crawley.
:26:17
Are you trying to steer me
towards an indiscretion?
:26:20
Why?
:26:22
Would you like me to?
:26:24
No man has managed it yet.
:26:32
- What was that?
- Nothing. A false note.
:26:40
Allez, Rose, Celia. Dépêchez.
:26:44
Faites vosà obeissances a votre tante.
:26:48
Don't waste your time,
Miss Sharp.
:26:50
All foreign languages
are ancient Greek to my sisters.
:26:53
And they always will be
if they're not spoken before them.
:26:56
I quite agree, Miss Sharp.
What a treat to find someone
cultured in this house.