Joseph Andrews Page #4
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- 1977
- 99 min
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I'll not have no vagabonds
in my attic.
Mr. Tow-Wouse,
you as a Christian
cannot deny me that.
I can't deny
you nothing, Betty.
All right,
put him in the attic.
Don't tell the missus.
Oh, no, you don't,
Mr. Tow-Wouse.
We're not taking in no beggars.
Who's to pay his reckoning?
Where's your common charity?
Common charity? A fart!
to provide for ourselves
and our families, and I and mine
are not going to be ruined
by your charity.
Well, he could rest
in the attic.
For pity's sake.
A fart on your pity, too.
You've the finest skin
I ever saw on any boy.
Now, good sir, modesty
has no place for this sake.
I've washed men before.
I know what to expect.
Oh, sir, I do declare,
that's the prettiest compliment
I've ever been paid.
I do assure you, madam,
'tis but the heat of the room.
Ooh, I know when a sword
should be stuck in a scabbard.
Hey!
Oh, Mr. Tow-Wouse.
He attacked me.
He... he plunged at my virtue.
Your virtue?
He tore my clothes off.
Please don't tell,
Mr. Tow-Wouse.
He's fully revived.
Doesn't look like it to me.
Well, I had to...
I had to knock him down again.
Eh, never mind him.
You've revived me, Betty.
I'm standing like a crocus.
Betty?!
Oh! Oh! Oh, Mr. Tow-Wouse!
Betty...!
Oh, Mr. Tow-Wouse!
So!
Uh, I fainted.
Just came over...
strange, I did--
most perplexing.
This is the reward
from her virtue.
You abuse my bed--
my own bed--
with my own servant!
As for you, you slut!
I'll rule you!
Get out, you nasty little whore!
I'll snell the hide off you,
you... you b*tch!
If I've been a little naughty,
I'm not the first,
and I'll not be
called a she-dog
by any b*tch in England.
You...
you lecher! I'll...
I'll bloody you!
Now for you!
I'm the doctor.
Came as fast as I could.
A matter of some urgency,
I understand.
Oh, yes, yes, I see.
- Sit down, my poor fellow.
- What?
I-I am not your patient, sir.
- Not...?
- No.
Ah, is that the poor
unfortunate...?
Uh...
Mr. Tow-Wouse!
Uh, yes, my love?
Oh, my poor fellow, I can
see that you're suffering.
I am a surgeon.
No, sir, no, I've a...
fainting... purely fainting.
I'll be well, directly.
Where is the patient
I was sent for?
Aha.
Aha!
Dear me, dear me.
Been in the wars lately,
haven't we?
Well, what about our heart, eh?
Hmm?
Yes... hmm?
We are wasting our time,
aren't we?
We're dead.
There's very little hope,
I'm afraid.
He's dead.
Dead?
And no means to pay
his reckoning.
He's a turd from fortune.
The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away...
Dead-- as mutton...
as we surgeons say.
My fee for services
will be a mere
shilling, madam.
Services? You've done
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