mummy!
mummy!
somebody's got to help us!
i am actually from england, miss stewart.
excuse me, miss waller . . . you've made a mistake.
"je doutais qu'il vienne" is in fact the spoken subjunctive.
you should have written "vint."
you don't have to apologise, miss waller. i found it frightfully difficult myself . . . until i got the hang of it.
that s all right, mrs. collins. i'm sure i can manage without one.
st. george and the dragon.
oh, i haven't gotten around to drawing her yet. i was going to pop her on a rock, but i seem to have run out room.
sorry! i don't know if you've noticed, mrs. collin but i've actually drawn st. george in the likeness of world's greatest tenor-mario lanza!
can i have another look?
that's so impressive!
i've got scars . . . they're on my lungs.
i was in bed for months during the war, ravaged by respiratory illness.
mummy and daddy sent me to the bahamas to recuperate. i didn't see them for five years-but we're together now and mummy's promised they'll never leave me again.
cheer up! all the best people have bad chests and bone diseases! it's all frightfully romantic!
hi, paul!
0www!
the evil prince runnymeade is escaping! get him, paul!
the blighter's gone to ground!
god! jonty! jonty-stop it! go away! we're not playing anymore . . . go on, bugger off!
0h, god . . . i'm so sorry!
of course it matters! it's mario!
mother!
jonty broke paul's record!
we must buy her another one!
which one shall we play?
daddy can study while we're playing records!
paul? oh, god! paul . . . are you all right?
don't . . . please! please, don't!
paul!!!
you toad!
daddy says the bible's a load of bunkum!
i'm not! i'm going to the fourth world! it's like heaven, only better because there aren't any christians.
it's an absolute paradise of music, art and enjoyment.
james will be there . . . and mario! only they'll be saints.
to be known as he!
him.
this.
that.
absolutely not! orson welles! the most hideous man alive!
we give praise to . . . the saints!
hello, mrs. rieper . . . it's so nice to meet you.
and so, in a blazing fury, charles runs lancelot trelawney through with his sword . . . leaving deborah free to accept charles's proposal of marriage!
well, actually, mummy's left that programme now . . she's far too busy with the marriage guidance council.
oh, no . . . mummy's awfully good at it.
she has deep discussions with unhappy couples and persuades them to have another go at it. in two years, she's only had four divorces. she should really be working for the u.n.!
mummy has a special technique called "deep therapy."
i'm not sure . . . but it's proving to be very popular!
i adore anything to do with the arts.
are you a carpenter, mr. rieper? herbert shakes his head.
actually, mr. rieper . . . it's a novel, and we'll be sending it to new york. that's where all the big publishing houses are based.
charles clutches his wounded shoulder as he gallops into the courtyard.
he smells her scent from 50 paces and urges his steed onward!
god, yes!
i bet she gets up the duff on their first night together!
something you wouldn't understand.
you're eight and a half and incredibly stupid!
mummy . . . pauline and i have decided the charles and deborah are going to have a baby. an heir to the throne of borovnia.
we're calling him diello.
paul thought it up.
are you going abroad, daddy?
you're not going, are you, mummy?
but i should go, too!
but- hilda suddenly stands.
look, paul!
it's so beautiful!
come with me.
i shall call him diello.
i couldn't have done it without you, charles.
 . . the empress deborah has the difficulty fending off her husband, who tries his way with her morning, noon and night . . .
 . . however, the queen's biggest problem is her renegade child, diello. he has proven to be an uncontrollable little brighter, who slaughters his nannies whenever the fancy takes him . . .
no, mrs. steve ns.
i really don't understand why you are upset, mrs. steve n. i merely wrote an essay on the royal family as requested.
my dear charles, i miss you and adore you in equal amounts and long for the day we will be reunited, but as i languish here, in this house of disease and decrepitude, my mind turns-with increasing frequency- to the problem of our son . . .
although only 10, diello has thus far killed 57 people and shows no desire to stop . . . it worries me, charles.
oh, charles . . . i am despair enough to put diello in the hands of the cardinal, in hope that a good dose of religion will set the young chap on the right path.
i'm so happy to see you!
thank you so much!
i'm the matron's favourite patient and she's shown me her special stitch!
it's for you.
i'm saving them for a rainy day.
they sent me off to the bahamas "for the good of my health." they sent me to the bay of bloody islands "for the good of my health."
i'm sorry, mrs. rieper. i'm feeling quite fatigued.
can't you stay a bit longer, paul?
what??
that idiot boarder?
how do you know? did he tell you?
is that why you haven't replied to my last letter?
mummy!
no, you're not, gina-it's everybody else who is bonkers!
you mean travel by ourselves?
where shall we go? not the bahamas; it's bloody awful!
of course! it's so obvious!
i know . . . i'll lean back and put my hair on my shoulders-then i'll look just like veronica lake!
hurry up! i'm freezing!
i know, i'll lean forward and show more cleavage!
they'll blame the bloody housekeeper. she nicks stuff all the times!
this lot's got to be worth 50 quid!
that's great! we'll have the fare in no time!
direct hit! gave his trousers a good soaking! everyone will think he's peed himself!
bloody bill's sniffing around mummy something chronic.
that was what we were led to believe . . .
i was looking forward to the ambulance arriving . . .
there's something desperately exciting about bodies on stretchers . . . but it wasn't like that at all!
poor mother was completely taken in.
too right . . . but he doesn't have a show! nobody gets into mother's draws except daddy!
don't worry, gina! mummy and daddy love each other.
the balloon has gone up!
don't try and fob me off! it's going to cost you a hundred pounds, or i'm blabbing to daddy!
i don't care what you do! pauline and i are going to hollywood. they're desperately keen to sign us up. we're going to be film stars!
it's all arranged . . . we don't need your bloody hundred pounds anyway, so stick it up your bottom!
but daddy, you can't just leave me with mother!
is gina coming, too?
i'm not going to england without gina!
everything's going to be okay, gina. mr. perry's promised to give me 50 pounds for my horse . . .
that's a hundred and twenty! it's another 30 pounds and we've got the fare!
but that's not true! i've got one.
don't cry, gina . . . we're not going to be separated. they can't make us . . . they can't!
yes . . .
only the best people fight against all obstacles . . .
 . . in pursuit of happiness.
mummy!
mummy!
i will . . . i'm so looking forward to it!
bye, daddy . . . see you tonight.
hello!
thank you. i bought it especially, mrs. rieper.
fruit.
all right, then.
do you feel sweaty? i feel sweaty.
your mother is a rather miserable woman . . . isn't she?
i think she knows what's going to happen . . . she doesn't appear to bear us any grudge!
affairs are much more exciting than marriages . . . as mummy can testify!
i bet it was thermal underwear!
goodbye, mr. rieper.
isn't it beautiful!
but you're not fat, mrs. rieper!
i'm sorry.