Louis: I'm not chasing any parrot! I don't care if he's a field marshall!
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Louis: I'm not chasing any parrot! I don't care if he's a field marshall!
Louisa Wilberforce: Simply try for one hour to behave like gentlemen.
Professor Marcus: One-Round, there is a wheelbarrow outside, could you fetch it? The Major has a train to catch.
Junk Man: And it's a brown horse, eleven years old, and answers to the name of Dennis.
The Barrow Boy: You mean you know her? And you let her run around loose?
Louisa Wilberforce: Indeed, I thought not. I am shocked by this revelation. Shocked and appalled.
Harry: Where's your sense of humor, One-Round?
Louis: There's just something about old ladies. I can't... I can't stand them.
Louisa Wilberforce: Where did you get that cello case?
Professor Marcus: We are rather proud of Mr Harvey's Timbre.
Louisa Wilberforce: Simply try for one hour to behave like gentlemen.
Professor Marcus: One-Round, there is a wheelbarrow outside, could you fetch it? The Major has a train to catch.
Junk Man: And it's a brown horse, eleven years old, and answers to the name of Dennis.
The Barrow Boy: You mean you know her? And you let her run around loose?
Louis: There's just something about old ladies. I can't... I can't stand them.
Professor Marcus: We are rather proud of Mr Harvey's Timbre.
Louis: I'm not chasing any parrot! I don't care if he's a field marshall!
Louisa Wilberforce: Indeed, I thought not. I am shocked by this revelation. Shocked and appalled.
Harry: Where's your sense of humor, One-Round?
Louisa Wilberforce: Where did you get that cello case?
Professor Marcus: You're most kind, and if I may say so, you have a very curious and charming house. Such, um, pretty windows. Louisa Wilberforce: Oh, thank you, Louisa Wilberforce: And I rather favour positions... Professor Marcus: I always think the windows are the eyes of a house, and didn't someone say the eyes are the windows of the soul? Louisa Wilberforce: I don't really know. Oh, it's such a charming thought, I do hope someone expressed it!
Louis: "Excuse me, Major Courtney, I wonder if perhaps you'd like some tea?" Louisa Wilberforce: I wonder if perhaps you'd like some tea, Major Courtney?
Professor Marcus: Well, where is he? Where *is* the Major? Is he up there still? Harry: No, no, he, uh, he come down. Professor Marcus: Well bring him here! Harry: He come down... with the chimney-pot. Professor Marcus: With the chimney...? Professor Marcus: Is he hurt? Louis: I shouldn't think he felt a thing.
Louis: We must get her out of here. Harry: A snatch? Louis: Get her into the car. Louis: We'll have to take them both. We've got to get away! Harry: What do you think we should do? Charter a bus?
Harry: I don't believe it. I don't *believe* it! Louis: Shut up. One-Round: It's just... sitting there... look, couldn't we...? Professor Marcus: No one, I hope, is going to suggest that we steal it.
The Sergeant: Mrs. Wilberforce, wait! Just a moment! The Sergeant: You forgot it, mum. Louisa Wilberforce: Oh. Oh, no I don't think I want it. I never liked it. Now I can buy a dozen new ones. Oh, uh, good morning, Sergeant. Louisa Wilberforce: Oh! They're very good, very good. Starving Artist: Turned out nice, huh? Louisa Wilberforce: Yes, it-it has! Starving Artist: Oh! Hey, hey! Hey, look! Here, lady! Look!
One-Round: Are we supposed to make noises with these things? What kind o' noises? Louis: Who is she? Professor Marcus: Not "noises," One-Round, *music*! Louis: I said what does she mean, you...
Louisa Wilberforce: ...May I ask you where you studied? One-Round: ...Well, I didn't really study any place, Lady... I just sort of... picked it up. Louisa Wilberforce: You know, I was so surprised when I heard what you were playing. It brought back something that, really, I'd completely forgotten all about: my 21st birthday party. You see, my father had engaged a string quintet to come in and play in the evening; and while they were playing Boccherini, someone came in and said the old queen had passed away. And everyone went home. And that was the end of my party, all that time ago, in Pangbourne. Louisa Wilberforce: Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll run and make the tea. The kettle *must* be nearly on the boil. One-Round: Who's she talkin' about? Old queen who?
Professor Marcus: Now, Major, before we start, let's press button A, shall we?... That's better... Major. Ma - Major! I want you to keep calm, speak quietly, and concentrate. Have you got that? Splendid. Mrs. W. should be coming into view just about... Professor Marcus: ... now... Now she's driving away. Professor Marcus: . Major, Major, Major Professor Marcus: RELAX! Calm down! Claude: Back to the station! She's come back to the station! Louis: What's wrong? Major! Professor Marcus: Louis! Louis! Louis: Major, tell me what's happening! Major! Professor Marcus: Louis! Louis, will you mind your own business, please! Harry: Louis! Give us a listen, Louis! Come on, let me hear, will you? I want to hear! Harry: Get out! Louis, I want to hear what he says! Louis: You get out! Major, tell me what's happening! Louisa Wilberforce: I'm always leaving it. Louis: What's she doing? One-Round: What's going on here? Professor Marcus: It's all right, it's just that she went back to get her umbrella!
Professor Marcus: If I may say so, Mrs Wilberforce, you have a lovely, charming house. Such pretty windows. I always feel the windows are the eyes of a house and didn't someone say that the eyes are the windows of the soul? Louisa Wilberforce: What a lovely thought, I do hope someone expressed it.
Louis: I'm not chasing any parrot! I don't care if he's a field marshal!
Louis: I tell you, I don't like old ladies. I don't like having them around. I can't stand them.
Harry: How can we trust her to do it right if she don't even know what she's doing?
One-Round: Sweet little old lady like her, it just don't seem right for her to be working with us on a stick-up caper.
Louisa Wilberforce: It was different when I was a girl, quite different.
Louisa Wilberforce: I must say, if there are any beings on other worlds, I can't think why they'd want to come to our world, can you?
Harry: I just don't think we can depend on a screwy old dame like that.
Harry: Stop! Go! Stop! Go! Make your mind up!
Harry: The bogies brought it home for her. What did you expect?
Louisa Wilberforce: Oh, the wicked, wicked bird. It's always General Gordon too. He's the naughty one.
Professor Marcus: It's too late now, One-Round, to have a mind to change.
Louisa Wilberforce: I've nothing to say! I'm going to stay buttoned up.
Louis: She asked for it. She's probably been asking for it all her life.
