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:43:04
With unladylike effort,
:43:06
Bradbury strains
to get to the ball.

:43:08
Oh.! It's an extremely high lob.
:43:11
Will he maintain
his gentlemanly composure,

:43:14
or will he... dare I say...
win the point?

:43:19
Hold on.
What's happened to the ball?

:43:23
Look.
:44:04
Gotta go. Good-bye. Hundred quid
on Cavendish in the quarters.

:44:07
Hold your horses.
:44:09
So, still bettin'
against your brother, are ya?

:44:11
It's tactical. If he loses, I get rich.
And if he wins, I get laid.

:44:15
Where the heck did you get
a hundred quid anyway?

:44:17
Photojournalism.
:44:30
I trust you slept well after your
night of debauchery with young master.

:44:34
I declare, I surely did.
:44:36
Good. So did I.
God.

:44:39
No wonder the English
never win Wimbledon.

:44:44
I'd love to see an English guy
in the finals, but give me a break.

:44:47
Peter Colt is the luckiest
man in tennis. Oh. Wanker.

:44:55
God, it's incredible how much
that actually looks like your dad.


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