Charley's Aunt
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GOOD AFTERNOON,
MR. REDCLIFFE.
OH, GOOD AFTERNOON, MR. REDCLIFFE.
JUST IN TIME FOR TEA, SIR.
WE HAVE A SERVING AS SOON
AS THE BELL STRIKES 4:00.
SPLENDID, BRASSETT.
I SAY, WHAT'S THE SCORE?
WE'VE GOT 12
TO THEIR 88, SIR.
OH. NIP AND TUCK, EH?
OH, YES, SIR. VERY CLOSE.
GOOD,
HARD-FOUGHT BATTLE.
OUR INNINGS, EH? WHO'S
BATTING? LORD FANCOURT BABBERLY.
YOU'RE RATHER FUNNY
THIS AFTERNOON.
NOW, DON'T GET ANGRY,
MOTHER.
DON'T "MOTHER" ME. I'M SORRY.
I WAS ONLY REHEARSING MY LINES.
IN THE VARSITY PLAY, AREN'T YOU?
AND THAT'S WHERE
IT ENDS, SIR.
ALL RIGHT,
IF YOU'RE GOING TO QUIBBLE.
IT SEEMS TO BE:
COMING THIS WAY.
SOMEBODY GET SOME WATER.
LET ME HELP.
OH, I'M FRIGHTFULLY SORRY,
MR. REDCLIFFE. ARE YOU HURT?
THAT IS ONE OF THE SILLIEST QUESTIONS
I'VE EVER HEARD FROM A STUDENT.
WITH A HARD CRICKET BALL,
CREATING A CONDITION OF
TORTICOLLIS- A STIFF NECK, TO YOU-
THEN YOU ASK ME:
WHETHER I'M HURT.
WELL, I ASSURE YOU, I WAS ENTIRELY ACCIDENTAL.
JUST A LUCKY HIT.
THAT'S ALL. I MEAN A-
BABBS, I THINK YOU'D
BETTER GO BACK TO THE GAME.
YES, BEFORE
YOU SAY ANYTHING MORE.
AM I HURT.
DO YOU REALIZE, BRASSETT, SOMEDAY THA YOUNG IDIOT WILL SIT IN THE HOUSE OF LORDS?
YES, SIR.
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.
DON'T LET I UNNERVE YOU, OLD MAN.
COME ON, BABBS. HIT UP
VERY WELL.
LOOK. THERE ARE
THE GIRLS.
YES, BUT OLD SPETTIGUE
IS WITH THEM.
WHAT'S THE SCORE NOW?
THAT GIVES US 60
TO THEIR 88.
JOVE. THAT MAKES IT CLOSE,
DOESN'T IT? IT DOES, RATHER, YES.
TEA!
GOOD OLD TEA.
GOOD ON YOU, BABBS.
GREAT HITTING. WELL PLAYED,
BABBS. WELL PLAYED, BABBS.
SUGAR, OLD MAN?
WHERE'S OLD REDCLIFFE?
MAYBE IF I BROUGHT HIM SOME TEA, HE'D
CALM DOWN A BIT. HE'S OVER THERE, BABBS.
OH, YES.
THANK YOU-
I'M EXCEEDINGLY SORRY, SIR.
ANOTHER LUCKY HIT, EH?
YES, SIR.
I MEAN, NO, SIR.
I RATHER LIKE FIRES, DON'T YOU? RATHER.
NOTHING LIKE A JOLLY
OLD FIRE, I ALWAYS SAY.
OH, THAT'S INTERESTING.
PASSION FOR THEM MYSELF. REALLY?
WELL, WHAT DO YOU SAY WE
HAVE ANOTHER SPOT OF TEA...
AND SEE WHAT'S BURNING?
OH, PERFECT.
LORD BABBERLY.
LORD BABBERLY!
HUH?
WHAT HAPPENED?
THAT IS WHAT I INTEND
AT HALF-PAST 10:
00IN THE MORNING.
DISGRACEFUL CONDUCT.
DARLING KITTY-
MY DEAR KITTY.
DARLING KITTY.
KITTY, MY DARLING, I-
WANT SOMETHING, BABBS?
NO, NO. I JUST CAME
LAST NOVEMBER.
DO YOU MIND?
I SHAN'T KEEP IT LONG.
NO, NOT AT ALL, MAN.
GO RIGHT AHEAD.
IT'S THE ONE
KITTY, MY DARLING.
I SAY, JACK, WHERE
DO YOU KEEP MY TIES?
PLEASE, BABBS.
I'M THINKING.
I'M TRYING TO PU A SPEECH TOGETHER.
AND I'M TRYING TO PUT MYSELF
TOGETHER. WHERE'S MY TIE?
KITTY, MY DARLING.
IN ALL THIS WORLD, THERE
FLATTERY WON'T HELP YOU ANY.
I WANT MY TIE.
OH, I WASN'T SPEAKING TO
YOU. I'M REHEARSING A SPEECH.
KITTY'S COMING TO LUNCH, AND I'VE
GOT TO PROPOSE TO HER DIRECTLY AFTER.
THAT'S ALL VERY INTERESTING,
BUT I WANT MY TIE.
I'VE GOT TO WORK FAST.
OLD SPETTIGUE'S TAKING KITTY
AND AMY OFF TO SCOTLAND TONIGHT.
WHAT'S THE MATTER? AFRAID YOU WON' MARRY THEM? NO, HE'S AFRAID THAT WE WILL.
YOU SEE, HE'S THEIR GUARDIAN.
AS SOON AS THEY MARRY,
HIS INCOME STOPS.
AND THERE'S MY BAG.
IF YOU DON'T MIND, OLD MAN, I
THINK I'LL KEEP IT A LITTLE LONGER.
I'M GOING AWAY NEXT WEEKEND. SO AM I.
OH, NOW, DON'T BE A BOUNDER,
BABBS. WE'LL TOSS A COIN FOR IT.
HELLO.
OH, HELLO, CHARLEY.
HAVE YOU MET YOUR AUN ALREADY? NO, I'M ON MY WAY NOW.
I DREAD IT. IT'S BAD ENOUGH
BUT TO MEET ONE YOU DON'T KNOW-
HER NAME'S ENOUGH TO SCARE ME-
- THAT'S NOT AN AUNT. THAT'S A CIGAR.
IMAGINE. HE DOESN'T EVEN
KNOW WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE.
IT'S NOT MY FAULT. SHE WEN TO BRAZIL BEFORE I WAS BORN.
BE PREPARED, CHARLEY.
SHE'S PROBABLY A HIDEOUS OLD
LADY WITH SUFFRAGETTE TENDENCIES.
I WOULDN'T EVEN BOTHER
MEETING HER.
SHE DID ALL RIGHT DOWN THERE.
MARRIED SOME BRAZILIAN
ON HIS DEATHBED...
MILLIONS?
WHY, CHARLEY, WHAT ARE YOU
STANDING HERE FOR?
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE I IF YOU WERE A LITTLE OLD LADY...
AND HAD TO WAI AT THE STATION ALL ALONE?
GO AND FETCH HER, CHARLEY.
THERE'S PLENTY OF TIME.
OH, IS THERE? NOW, MIND
YOU, DON'T MISS HER.
YOU KNOW HOW STRIC KITTY AND AMY ARE.
IF YOUR AUNT ISN'T THERE TO
CHAPERONE THEM, NO LUNCHEON.
DON'T WORRY. I WON' MISS HER. OH, I SAY, JACK.
A FEW OF THESE?
I'M EXPECTING SOME FRIENDS IN THIS
AFTERNOON. OH, I'M SORRY, BABBS,
BUT WE'LL NEED EVERY
DROP FOR LUNCHEON.
OH, THAT REMINDS ME.
WELL, THAT'S GRATITUDE-
BORROWS MY TIES AND MY SWEATERS.
THE MOMENT I ASK FOR A FEW
BOTTLES OF CHAMPAGNE-
YES, BRASSETT? I JUST RAN
INTO MR. WIGGINS, MILORD.
HE'D LIKE YOU TO STOP BY HIS SHOP
AND TRY ON YOUR VARSITY SHOW COSTUME.
OH, I HAVEN'T TIME FOR THA NOW. I TELL YOU WHAT YOU DO.
YOU GO FETCH THE COSTUME, BRING I TO MY ROOMS, AND I'LL TRY IT ON LATER.
IT'S A BIT OF A DISTANCE,
MILORD, WITH A BUNDLE.
I'M AFRAID I'LL HAVE
TO TAKE A CAB.
OH, A CAB. OF COURSE.
A CAB. UH, JUST A MOMENT. I'LL GET IT.
OH, I SAY, CHARLEY. COULD YOU
LEND ME A HALF CROWN, PLEASE?
SORRY, BABBS. I'M FLAT.
I'LL GET IT FOR YOU THOUGH.
JACK?
HMM?
HAVE YOU, UH,
HALF A CROWN?
NOT A HA'PENNY.
JUST A MOMENT.
LEND ME HALF A CROWN, WILL
YOU, BRASSETT? CERTAINLY, SIR.
THANK YOU.
HERE YOU ARE, CHARLEY.
OH, THANKS, OLD MAN.
HERE WE ARE. THANK YOU,
CHARLEY. AWFULLY DECENT OF YOU.
THE CAB WILL BE TWO SHILLINGS.
KEEP THE CHANGE, BRASSETT.
OH, THANK YOU, MILORD.
THANK YOU.
THERE YOU ARE.
OH, BUT THAT'S
SUCH A BOTHER, SIR.
NO BOTHER AT ALL.
"ENTERED ST. OLDE'S COLLEGE,
MICHAELMAS TERM, 1880."
SO FAR YOUR RECORD IS MOS ADMIRABLE. THANK YOU, SIR.
LET'S SEE NOW.
MY WORD.
YOU'VE BEEN HERE
A LONG TIME.
HOPE YOU REALIZE THERE'S
A REGULATION...
WHICH SAYS A STUDEN MAY COMPLETE THE COURSE...
IN NOT LESS THAN THREE YEARS
AND NOT MORE THAN 15.
BUT I'M ONLY IN
MY TENTH YEAR, SIR.
WHAT IS THIS?
OH, I DIDN'T KNOW
SHE WAS MARRIED, SIR.
WHEN I SAID YOU WERE TO
BE RUSTICATED, I WAS WRONG.
THANK YOU, SIR. YOU, SIR, ARE NO
LONGER A MEMBER OF THIS UNIVERSITY.
YOU'RE EXPELLED!
EXPELLED?
OH, BUT PLEASE, SIR.
YOU SEE, I'M DUE TO JOIN
MY UNCLE'S FIRM IN THE FALL-
HOGARTH, HAWKS AND BABBERLY-
THE FAMOUS LONDON SOLICITORS.
THEY'VE HANDLED SEVERAL
SENSATIONAL MURDER TRIALS,
AND I'M SURE, MR. REDCLIFFE, IF YOU
EVER HAVE OCCASION TO COMMIT MURDER,
I CAN GET THEM:
YOU CANNOT BRIBE ME, SIR. LORD
BABBERLY, YOU'RE EXPELLED. OH, NO, SIR.
THEY WON'T TAKE ME IN
WITHOUT AN OXFORD DEGREE.
IT'S TRADITION,
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