B: Who's that? V: That is Lady Frances Derwent. B: Frankie? B: She's...grown up. B: Hello, Frankie. F: I beg you pardon? F: I bet you look dreamy in uniform, Jones. F: I got you, Bobby Jones! F: Look out! Stop! Stop! F: Bobby, will you stop jumping out in front of me. F: What were you thinking? F: Are you turning me down, Bobby Jones? F: Poor old Bobby Jones, the vicar's son,
is too far down the ladder to mix with the likes of B: I can be there in two minutes. F: Lady Frances Derwent. B: I'm worried about you. B: If you don't say no, I'll be there. B: This isn't a game, Frankie. F: Are you speaking Welsh now? B: I thought you wanted to play? F: Golf? F: What's wrong, you look puzzled. B: That is why I'm carrying your bag, isn't it? F: Picnic! B: I'm pretending to look puzzled. F: She pretty? B: She's frightened. F: "Oh, poor me :(" F: He is rather handsome. B: Oh! He's handsome. B: "I'm just too handsome to kill people." B: What does that got to do with anything? B: Sorry, I won't allow it. F: Allow it? B: Frankie, be honest. F: No, you be honest. F: Why are you wearing that? B: Are you wearing my clothes? B: You know, funniest thing. Someone stole my clothes. F: Great story, Steve. B: Who's Steve? F: Yes, Steve. F: Goodmorning, Steve! B: Goodmorning, Your Ladyship. B: If your game? F: For what? F: Shave on! B: You have before you, madam, B: a roustabout. F: How exciting! F: Am I safe? B: We have hearts of gold. F: Knew it! F: What do you mean, dreaming about? B: Can we just...? F: I'll buy him a first-class ticket. B: You'll do nothing of the sort. F: Ah! D: Never seen him before in my life. F: Yes, you have. B: We probably shouldn't. Oh, here we go. F: I would've. B: I know you would've. F: For two whole summers he practically lived here. B: I'll do it. B: I think I should come in with you. B: If something happens to you... F: Is it alright to be afraid? M: Miss Derwent is the one you're looking out for. B: Yes. B: Is she alright? B: Are you alright? K: She's alright. B: You alright? F: Yes. Are you? B: Fine. B: What are you thinking? F: About us. F: In Marchbolt. On that cliff edge. F: Ah! Such a clever chauffeur. B: Well, I endeavor to give satisfaction! F: What is this? B: Thought it might do, for now. R: So you two gonna get married? R: You should. F: Take that back! F: We're not getting married because he says so. F: Do you like it?
