woman with a brain
in Brabourne.
- Hes single?
- Half a brain. Yes.
Oh, not you, too, Liz.
Please dont lose it.
I didnt know.
But hes just a guy like me. You wouldnt
think he was so perfect if you knew him.
He shits and farts like the rest of us.
Hes just a fuck of a lot less interesting!
I cant help it. Its an egg thing.
When I look at Mike,
I see the face of an angel...
..and the soul of a poet
WOMAN: Oh, my God.
[Shocked gasps from other patrons]
No chance.
I even told him you got kids
and your wifes in a wheelchair.
I dont care.
I dont want that stupid job back.
Come on, man.
You got a roof over your head...
and food in your belly.
What more do you want?
I want what you promised me in your letters.
So did you, Vij.
The penthouse, the Mercedes.
So what happened to your business empire?
do is sign it.
Mary, if you sign that paper,
you will be murdering your own sister.
You will promise me something?
When I am gone, you will
do everything in your power
to uphold the Catholic faith.
Do not take away from the people
the consolations of the Blessed Virgin.
When I am Queen
I promise
to act as my conscience dictates.
Well, do not think to be Queen at all.
You may return to your ho
woman?
Of course. Have you ever seen
anything so beautiful?
- I dont know about that.
- You dont want her?
Her soft skin, sweet lips...
young, firm body.
- I have my orders.
- Whos to know?
- I should take her back.
- Ill hold her for you.
- It wont take long.
- I dont want any trouble.
This ones no trouble.
Look at her. She wants it.
- Whats she doing?
- See for yourself. Turn her around.
Look i
woman.
bought an old farm with the money of the mine.
will feel your lack.
write me if the mother worsens.
do favor!
can take me even "Three Marias?"
how you call?
second.
now are the patr here now.
who doesnt like, it can leave.
the ones that be...
wont lack them food, if they work a lot and well.
understand?
understood, patr. We dont have to go where.
force, force.
care, they can break the whee
womans breasts,
and take my milk for gall,
you murdering ministers, wherever in your
sightless substances you wait on natures mischief!
Come, thick night,
and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
to cry Hold, hold!
_->
Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy l
power
of poetry in driving away love.
- I thought poetry was the food of love.
- Of a fine, stout love.
But if it is only a vague inclination,
one poor sonnet will kill it.
So, what do you recommend
to encourage affection?
Dancing. Even if ones partner
is barely tolerable.
Mr Bingley is just what
a young man ought to be.
- Sensible, good-humoured...
- Handsome, conveniently rich...
Marriage shoul
POWER
TO READ PALMS,
AND WONDERFUL THINGS
WILL HAPPEN TO YOU.
WHY DO YOU FILL HER
WITH SUCH BUNK?
IT AINT BUNK.
NOTHING WONDERFULS
GOING TO HAPPEN.
MAYBE NOT TO ME,
BUT ILL BE DAMNED
IF THEYLL SIT
THEIR LIVES AWAY
LIKE WE DID--
WITH THAT ROTTEN
RAILROAD COMPANY PLAQUE
THAT SAYS,
"CONGRATULATIONS.
FOR 50 YEARS,
YOU DID THE SAME
DULL THING EVERY DAY."
THAT PLAQUE
IS A GREAT TRIBUTE.
ITS SOLID GOLD!
power...
from a disastrous eclipse, and save the Tory Party...
from an act of shame and dishonor.
ln other words, you havent paid the bill.
For Gods sade, woman, l cant do everything!
Good morning, Mrs. P!
Good morning, Mary! Hows she going?
Fine, thand you.
You lood lovely!
l thought he said after lunch.
He did. Hes changed his mind.
l wish he didnt do that. l have to tade the girls to Westerham
woman.
What wrong?
It seems to be only this building.
- Go check it out.
Isn there any backup light?
What wrong?
- No idea, Major.
I wanted to dry my hands,
and then the power went down.
We have enough for now.
Bring her back to her cell.
the letters are no problem.
We got rid of them,
before she knew about it.
And now?
Il keep my eyes on her.
Untill now no-one believes her.
Good.
Are we sure?
At