All language subtitles for The Durrells in Corfu - S02E02 - Episode 2.sd-en

(birds squawking and peeping,
Gerry imitating them)

LARRY (yelling):
Today is the day!

Come here, you sexy little...

Mine.

(oven door creaking)

(tsking and sighing)

So, today's the day!

My novel's published in England.

Well done.

Have a burnt scone.

Margo, please tell me

you know what's
happening today.

His novel's
being published.

MARGO:
Oh, so someone in a bookshop

is opening a box

and putting copies out
on a shelf.

Well, yes, but...

Did you expect
people would

carry you shoulder-high
through the streets?

Well, no,
but traditionally,

a family would...
most families...

None of you have read it,
have you?

Tell me roughly what happens,

and I'll imagine all the
adjectives and things.

I've been busy
at the market, darling,

trying to rebuild our reputation
after poisoning so many people.

Thank you.

(horn honking)

(honking)

SPIROS:
Larry, please tell Margo

her religious instructor
is here.

LARRY:
Margo!

Nun lessons!

Spiros,
did you read it?

Yes, the first page.

Why did you stop?

Good Book!

Ah... Pavlos,
thank you, at last!

No, this, the Bible.

LARRY:
Oh.

Uh, but does it offer
an evocative dissection

of adolescent sexuality across
two continents, like mine?

It offers everything.

Right.

Gerry! Still looking
for otters?

GERRY:
I need a female.

(men laughing)

GERRY:
For breeding.

What is your big seller?

Well, it was
gingerbread men,

but nobody's buying since
Larry added the genitals.

Any more threats
from your landlady?

No.

But I know
she's out there.

Vasilia will always hate you

as long as you let
the Englishman woo you.

Hugh is not
wooing me.

He's just glad

of some British company,
that's all.

(women speaking Greek)

My new novel.

Just published.

(women speaking Greek)

It's about a young man

who struggles to find his place

in British society
after...

(women continue
conversing in Greek)

(arguing in Greek)

(shouting angrily)

(chuckling to himself)

Rather you
than me, matey.

(shouts angrily)

I understand God the father
and God the son.

It's the Holy Ghost
I get stuck on.

LESLIE:
Hey, look...

(mimicking religious singing)

Holy goat!

(Leslie singing,
goat bleating)

Jesus would have laughed.

Margo, I explain already:

God, three in one.

Like a rope.

Tell me about life
in the monastery.

It sounds so dreamy,
and quiet...

(animals calling
and birds clucking)

Shut up!

PAVLOS:
In fact, we work hard.

Now we make the liqueur
from the kumquats.

We add the kumquats
to alcohol,

add sugar, not too much,

drink some, sell the rest.

(speaking Greek)

HUGH:
Good morning.

Oh, good morning.

The, uh, Eccles cakes are
particularly delicious.

I've made it clear to Vasilia
that I have no interest in her

and if she threatens you,
I will have her arrested.

Thank you.

Oh, try the cheese.

We milk the goats ourselves,
rather slowly.

Uh...

Please come for supper.

Let me cosset you.

It's really not necessary.

I hear you nearly
remarried.

Sven Lundblad.

Yes.

And so you'll understand
why I don't want to rush

into another liaison.

Of course, of course.

In case you
hadn't noticed,

in Corfu, nobody rushes.

But they do let
themselves have fun.

Did we learn nothing
from the Kumquat Chutney Fiasco

of yesteryear?
LESLIE:
They're for liqueur.

They make it
at the monastery.

Pavlos told me how

and it only takes a week or two
before it's ready to sell.

That is a fabulous idea.

Oh, well...

We could work on it together
if you wanted.

Terrific.
Durrells' Kumquat Liqueur.

"Extraordinarily Good."

No no, wait...

"Durrells' Kumquat Liqueur:

Your Pleasure Awaits."

Damn. You are good with words.

MARGO:
It's the monks' recipe,

you can't steal it.
We're just showing

that spiritual journeys
often end up at booze.

Where's Gerry?

Up a tree, in a bush,
down a burrow.

Oh, Larry, I loved your novel.

It's bold and delicate
and beautifully modern.

Thank you, Theo.

LOUISA:
Hmm, but to be practical,

I hear they pay well
for those clever rhymes

in greeting cards.

So maybe you should
write some of those.

You'd never know
you were a bachelor.

That would be sarcasm, would it?

Yes, yes, I picked that up
from my children.

That and nits.

Was a very long time ago.

(laughing)

Well, I'll have a sip,
but actually,

I've given up drinking.

Extraordinary. Why?

Well, back in Bournemouth I
became a little too fond of gin.

HUGH:
Ah, well...

mother's ruin.

(clearing throat loudly)

(violin music begins)

You did this last time.

Is he in a cupboard
or something?

Yes, he is.

Otherwise, it's too loud.

Well, how long has
he been in there?

Oh, he's fine.

It's a big cupboard.

(violin music continues)

Sven used to play
the accordion.

That put rather a strain
on our relationship.

(shouting in Greek)

(music stops,
followed by clattering)

Well, you're either crackers
or very self-confident.

Which would you prefer?

MARGO:
Did you have a good time
with your friend?

(sighing)
He's preposterous.

But I suppose
he's rather amusing.

Oh, Larry, I've been thinking
about your writing.

Well, finally.

Are you enjoying it?

Well...

That's probably the wrong word.

Are you stimulated
and provoked by it?

No.

I was thinking,
if nobody likes it,

I'm sure Hugh would give you
a job at his olive press.

You should be kinder
to Larry.

Oh.

He's really sad that nobody
cares about his book,

especially you.

I mean I can't even
pretend to like it

because I'm a bad liar,
but...

You're his mother.

Um, Gerry's not
in his room.

In fact, I don't think
he slept there.

(goats bleating)

Gerry?!

Gerry?!

Gerry!

Roger!

Where could he be?

I don't know,
he's hardly here these days.

But away all night!

I mean, he's only 11!

He's 12, isn't he?

Yeah, he's 12.

Do keep up.

Gerry!

Gerry?

Gerry!

(Louisa's voice echoes)

We'll have to go and search
for him.

Where do
stupid bloody otters live?

In the sea?

GERRY:
Roger...

Gerry, where have you been?

It was a nice night.

Roger and I thought
we'd just stay out.

(exhales)

Come here.

Come on.

GERRY:
I found a female otter!

(others laughing lightly)

Come and see.

Look, Gerry,

you need some order
in your life.

At your age...

LESLIE:
Twelve.

You can't just run wild.

And you, Larry.

Please talk to me.

Let me make amends.

What can I do?

I don't know...
be a different person?

Well, I'm sure I could help you
with your writing career.

And how are you going
to do that?

Well, I have an idea.

You haven't, have you?

No, but I'm very resourceful,
so I will have.

LOUISA:
So, it's been
pointed out recently

that I may have been a bit
insensitive to your needs.

Pointed out by Leslie.

Of all people.

So you can imagine how
that makes me feel.

I apologize.

LARRY:
That's fine.

Don't do it again.

No! Stay.

In my defense, as a mother,
I have to be

ringmaster and lion tamer and...

Knife-thrower.

Beautiful trapeze artist.

Oh, thank you, Leslie.

I was going to say
tightrope walker.

And I got the balance wrong

between allowing each of you
to be yourselves

and supervising you.

GERRY:
Can I say,

I don't think the lions

should be made to do tricks
because...

You can say nothing;
you need teaching.

And I imagine you still don't
even know what 7 x 8 is.

(whispering):
Fifty-four.

Fifty-four.

It's 56.

Ah, Lugaretzia.

You are Gerry's policeman.

Make sure he doesn't
leave the house.

At last. Power.

Please understand
I'm just trying

to generate enough income
to keep us in this house,

and to stay sane by...

well, by enjoying my life too.

Ooh! And, uh...

Let's all read Larry's book.

(groaning)
And really enjoy it.

Not you. Too rude.

(knocking)
(groaning)

(door opens)

You know, I don't always
want to speak to you

because you give
the impression

that I'm very much
not as clever as you.

Well, you're not,
thank God,

because I don't want
clever from you.

I want...

support.

And attachment.

And food.

Yes, and food.

And praise and
freedom and security.

That's what being
a parent is, isn't it?

A promise to make
everything all right?

That's the deal.

If you were as clever
as you think you are,

you'd understand that
a "deal" requires the effort

and commitment
of both parties.

You know?

Yours, perhaps?

LARRY:
Ignore me.

I'm being an idiot.

I'm just disappointed.

I know you are.

You spent a lot of time
and love on that book.

That's why I feel
a fraud.

Much ado, from me,
about nothing.

This book is the first step
of a dazzling career.

And the real reason that I find
it difficult to read is...

Well, you're my son,
so the sex makes me feel queasy.

That's ridiculous.

Well, how would you feel if I
wrote intimate love scenes?

Absolutely fine.
Be honest.

...a little icky.
Mmm.

But, happily,
I have had that marvelous idea

about your writing career.

(knocking)

THEO:
Mrs. Durrell, how lovely.

Come in.

Excuse the jars

of local pond life.

Oh, well, uh...

Well, I won't keep you.

Um, just two things.

Theo, would you please
be Gerry's tutor?

No.
Oh.

Well, why not?

He loves you.

I'd rather be his friend.

I mentioned hygiene to him
and he growled at me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I think he literally wants
to turn into an animal.

No, he is right.

I'm not his parent.

I'm letting them all down.

I've been thinking
about Larry.

Yes, he seemed downcast.

I've experienced
this myself.

Fireworks only go off
in the author's head.

Well, exactly.

So I've decided,
could we arrange an event

or something where we have
readings from it?

Of course.

Greece is a cradle
of literature.

I'll organize it.

LESLIE:
I'm just saying,

why would anyone want to watch
a bloke read out of a book?

Well, to hear it,
meet the fascinating author,

ask questions.

(in nasal voice):
Hello, what sort of
typewriter do you use?

Leslie, why don't you go home
and pick some beans.

No, I'm busy labeling
our liqueur.

All right, darling.

Ah!

Our genial landlady.

What can I do for you?

He wants you now,
but it will not last.

You're talking about Hugh?

I understand men.

Ah, well, do put it in a book

so all us girls
can share your knowledge.

I'm more pretty and young.

LOUISA:
And now you're making me cross.

You know, I wasn't sure
about Hugh,

but now, I think I might
give him a go.

(fan crackles open)

Luga, has Georgios
the postman been?

Been where?

Here.

Why you want letters?

They bring bad news.

I was hoping
for congratulations on my book

via a cheery telegram.

Or a laudatory haiku

from fellow writers.
Deluded.

Leslie. The best.

(grunts)

LESLIE:
So Larry...

11:00 business meeting.

Oh, yes.

Item number one:
sales campaign.

I think we need to go round bars
and shops together

drumming up our orders.

No, I think
you should do that.

Oh, um, right, it's just...

I'm making
the actual liqueur.

And you're doing
a fabulous job.

Thank you.

Um, so what are
you going to do?

Planning.

Uh, planning what?

Planning our strategy.

Strategy in terms of?

Well, exactly.

Where do you start?

That's what I'll be planning.

(whispering):
"Strategy."

Maybe you should pick
some more kumquats.

Yeah.

(knocking)

LARRY:
Hello, Theo.

What do I have to do to get
a drink around here, huh?

Pay ten drachma.

I'll put you down for one crate.

"Theo..."
No, I barely drink.

Like the English,
I cherish my inhibitions.

You have spelled "liqueur"
with just too many E's.

(sighs deeply)

Larry, your mother
and I agree

your novel deserves
more attention.

LESLIE:
Oh, yes,

I've read lots
of your book now and it's...

(exhales)

It's really quite something.

Thank you, Les.

Who's your favorite character?

The man.

So, your mother and I have
arranged a public event

next Monday where
you can read your novel.

Theo, that's so exciting.

I'll start preparing
some passages.

Oh, you could
try and get some orders

while you're out and about...

Florence, we're having a reading
of my book next week

and you're the first invitee.

Are we dim or is this really
difficult to read?

FLORENCE:
Would I miss

the literary event
of the year,

in fact, the only
literary event,

unless you count
most people's tax returns.

LESLIE:
Poetic, isn't it?

Poetry always spoils everything.

(stammering):
"Sprawled across the ocean..."

My son Lawrence is having
a reading of his novel.

So, I will be reading
in English,

but the language
is intensely musical--

it's symphonic, really--
so, you'll, um...

HUGH:
These are heavenly.

Try one.

"Briskly, she sucked in

"her under-lip

and screwed up her eyes."
Mmm.

LARRY:
Hello, this is my new book,
it's Pied Piper of Lovers.

It's brilliant, and I'll
be reading at 5:00 pm on...

Larry, can you help me
with this liqueur?

No, I'm busy preparing.

"...the flesh.

The peeled flesh."

LOUISA:
Oh, God,

I hope it goes well.

Oh, Larry's pretty resilient,
isn't he?

No, no, it's all an act.

And it was my idea.

I need it to work
or he'll hate me.

Is it tasty yet?

No, it's not quite ready.

Ahh!

Harsh but promising.

Mmm.

What about
me?

Sip it.
Sip it.

You didn't sip it.

You know I'm on the lookout

for prejudice against women.

(gulps loudly)

(strained):
Nice.

GERRY:
Spiros, come and look
at my otters.

(Gerry plays a few notes
on the guitar)

GERRY:
I've been playing them
the guitar.

SPIROS:
Why?

GERRY:
Because Mummy says

Hugh played her music.

But I don't think
it's working.

Perhaps they prefer
the bouzouki.

(otters squeaking)

Ah, Spiros.

How delightful.

Mrs. Durrells.

Can you help?

I've been trying for a week
to find Gerry a tutor.

GERRY:
Well, I don't need one!

7 x 8 is 56!

And what is 9 x 6?

(whispering):
Fifty-four.

I'm not falling for that again.

Gerry, knowledge
is like a firefly,

beautiful in itself

and bringer of light
into the darkness.

Spiros, would you be
Gerry's tutor?

He looks up to you.

And you obviously know
your maths.

Oh, is that right?

I'd be very happy.

You should know that
I believe in discipline.

Ah, that won't
work, then.

Excellent.

Combined with
intervals for joking.

Well, good.

Perfect.
When can you start?

Now.

See?

Not such a bad mother after all.

SPIROS:
Spell "Mediterranean."

GERRY:
M-E...

SPIROS:
Mm-hmm.

GERRY:
D...

...D...

SPIROS:
No. Wrong!

Terrible!

My teacher would have locked me
in the cupboard!

This is going to take
a long time.

The difference between us

superior Greeks
and the Turks...

We did this yesterday.

And we will do it again

tomorrow.

The difference:

Turkey is named

after a big ugly bird
who tastes boring.

May I feed my pelicans?

No, you concentrate!

You don't look at otters
or stroke pelicans,

you learn as I did

at schools and as
Mrs. Durrells requested.

(sniffling)

Oh, my Gods.

Gerry, you are crying?

No, no.

SPIROS:
Is it because your otters
are not making love,

excuse my language?

No, it's your teaching.

Oh.

You're reminding me

a little of my schoolmasters
back in England.

I wasn't happy.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

THEO:
Half an hour to go.

Relax, Larry.

What if nobody
turns up?

We Greeks
love literature.

And you've all
invited friends.

(whispering):
Go outside and
drag people in.

Darling, go and talk to him;
he's tired of me.

LESLIE:
Who's he?

He's our audience.

Greetings.

MR. KRALEFSKY:
Either I have come
on the wrong day,

or the room needs
to be smaller.

As in Alice in Wonderland.

LESLIE:
Yes, yes.

It's a bit of a washout,
isn't it?

We'll laugh about it someday.

Maybe not
for a while, though.

Do buy some
of the kumquat liqueur.

It's got a very
distinctive tang.

Darling, darling,
I'm sure

they love your book
in Britain.

I mean, after all, we never
went to a Greek book reading

in Bournemouth, did we?

(groans)

(door opens)

Um, thank you...

MARGO:
He's a very good author.

Sit down here.

(whispering loudly):
He says he'll stay if
there's free food.

Shh, shh...
LARRY:
Thank you for coming.

Both of you.

In view of the sparseness
of the turnout,

let's just call it all off.

But in case I never have
another book published,

perhaps I could just say:
thanks for reminding me

that art and writing is like
lying down in the road

and asking people to stop
and look at you.

And today...

I got run over.

(sighs)

Where's Florence?

And Hugh?

Why don't people care?

They don't have to enjoy it.

(speaking Greek)

THEO:
Larry!

I've been
to the post office.

I thought it was strange
you've had no mail.

Oh... it seems the postman
Georgios was too scared

of Gerry's animals to visit.

(panting)

"Bravo on your nov.

"Everyone talking about
your new way with language.

I'm very drunk,
by the way."

"Reviews top-notch.

"Wish you were here.

Well, not here,
as I find myself in prison."

Bloody hell.
"You clever bugger."

THEO:
You see, I told you it was good.

No, I knew
it was good.

I was just worried it'd be too
good for people to understand.

Now I can work
on my new novel,

which will be better
than the last one.

Because it's got
more animals in it?

No.

Utter villains
with horrible plans?

No.

Am I in it?
No.

LESLIE:
Am I in it?
No.

Well, um,

drinks to celebrate?

Hugh?

Hugh!

Hell
o.

So you couldn't bother to turn
up to my son's book reading.

Why?

I'm sorry, I didn't realize
it was so important.

Well, it would've been decent
of you.

No one came.

Um, is it too late
to change my excuse to:

there was an accident
at my olive press?

Many dead.

Olives everywhere.

I know it's selfish, but...

I like it best when
it's just the two of us.

Well, you should be aware

that I come in a bundle
with my family.

Their needs are my needs.

To be honest,
I thought Sven would be there.

I was just trying
to be thoughtful.

Well, how were you to know?

It was important to Larry,
so it's important to me.

You know, Larry's shell
is thinner than you think.

Yamas!
MARGO:
To Larry!

To me!

("An Evening in Caroline" plays)

Luga,

we're toasting my book.

Toast it, good idea.

No, toasting as in,
drinking to it.

And to you
and to Corfu.

Go on.

I think I'm disappointing
Pavlos, my monk.

No.

You may not be
a good nun yet,

but he knows
you're a good person.

I think we're all
good people, don't you?

Even bad people are good people.

This alcohol is
making me so wise.

(birds clucking)

Gerrys!

Come and see.

Hey....

Gerrys!

GERRY:
Hello, Spiros.

Look!
I bought you a present,

to say sorry
for being a bully

and loud.

Ta-da!

Spiros, thank you.

Magpies.

Yes. Magenpies.

No, magpies.

Magenpies,
like I say.

Mag...pies.

Mag...enpies.

LESLIE:
You'll wanna watch out
they don't steal anything.

Awful thieves, magenpies.

Kumquat liqueur, Spiros?

No, thank you, my family
are waiting for me so...

Come on.

Okay, just a small one.

Yamas.

Yamas!

(voices singing lustily
in Greek)

LESLIE:
Listen, I know we're different.

But difference is
not the same as divergence.

Not at all.
Not at all!

But we get on.

MARGO:
Mother!

Drinking heavily is such fun.

Spiros got me some magpies!

(Margo speaking Greek)

(groan and crash)

Ah.

They've escaped.

I've never been good
at friends.

I don't know what it is.

Maybe it's my, you know...

Face?

Shorts?
Could be, could be.

(laughing)

You're not ticklish!

Theo, you're going to regret
this in the morning.

(laughing giddily)

(continues laughing)

LUGARETZIA:
I go home now.

(singing in Greek)

(groaning)

(men laughing)

They like my novel!

Where were you
for my big moment?

You're never there.

No, darling, because I was...

SPIROS:
Larry!

I think the magenpies
got in your room.

(laughter)

LARRY:
No, that's my new novel!

It's better than the first one!

Give it back!

Right now!

Give it back!

No!

Mrs. Durrells.

This prayer book is

for your beautiful
and spiritual daughter.

Oh...

(Margo hiccups loudly)

(Margo burps)

(man yelling)

THEO:
Margo!

Theo!

I've never tried this before,

but I'm going to walk on water.

(Margo laughing)

(all gasping, shrieking)

(Margo laughing)

(Pavlos yelling in Greek)

(Margo laughing)

(groaning)

LOUISA:
I am too grown up

to say I told you so.

Ah, Theo, can I get you
an early morning snifter?

(mumbles)
(laughs)

You think you're so funny,
don't you?

Well, I'm only catching up
with you.

Last night, you all thought
you were hilarious.

(Leslie groaning)

(Spiros groaning)

LOUISA:
And darling Margo,

I suggested to Pavlos that you
might not be quite ready

to take the veil.

Thank you.

I think I like boys too much
to be a top-notch nun.

Mmm, yes, I think you made
that clear

by inviting him
for a naked swim.

Morning, Theo.

(Margo vomits loudly)

(retching)

On a brighter note,
I've mended

the magenpies' cage.

I will never
forgive you, Gerry.

Those birds ransacked
my room.

Half my manuscript's
in the Ionian Sea.

Well, then you should've kept it
in a birdproof receptacle,

shouldn't you!
No!

I hate this house
and its stupid restrictions

and thieving wildlife.

Is it any wonder I'm finding
it so hard to write?

Oh, you'll blame anyone
but yourself, won't you?

And what other serious writers
lived with their parents?

Like Jane Austen,
since you ask.

THEO:
One of my favorites.

Exquisite prose.

The book reading was your idea,
and it went wrong.

Because I shouldn't
have my mother

trying to arrange
my life.

That's the hangover,
Mrs. Durrell.

He's not of sound mind.

Oh, I am.

I'm getting a place
of my own.

Well, go on then.

Leave.

(lively crowd chatter)

It must be good because
I don't understand a word of it.

I can't believe
Larry's really going.

I know, and to live
above a bar.

Hello, Margo, Louisa.

Hello.

Oh, those crumpets
look nice.

Listen to me,
I could be back in Harrogate.

Well, you could've had
some for free

at Larry's book launch.

I'm sorry
I couldn't make it.

No.

Well, that's Corfu
for you, isn't it?

So much to do!

Cinemas, theaters,

other book launches.

You can be quite fierce,
can't you?

(sighing)
Oh, I don't know.

It's probably guilt.

I didn't support Larry,

so now I'm taking it out
on others.

(flies buzzing)

Remember to set the float
at the correct height,

and do not tighten
the nuts too hard.

And this is how
you fix a carburetor.

Enough car maintenance,
now philosophy.

My philosophy

is that ladies
are goddesses.

Except Turkish ladies.

American ladies are
too noisy.

But they can't help it.

LOUISA:
Spiros, thank you

for your help,
but you can stop now.

I'm less strict
now, huh?

Let's just say it's not quite
the education I had in mind.

GERRY:
Mum!

Mum!

(whispering):
What is it, Gerry?

What are we watching,
Gerry?

Shh!

They're finally going
to mate.

No idea what put them
in the mood.

Otters? Women?

Who knows?

Men are always
in the mood.

(horn honking)

LARRY:
Right, well,
you know where I am.

Above Costa's bar.

I'll be on my way.

You don't have to go.

We could start a new business.

I was thinking shoe-shining.

We could buy some brushes
and find a pitch in town.

Not really.
No, no, of course not.
Um...

I'm going to finish your book
if it kills me.

Thank you.

Praise indeed.

Larry, we've had our
disagreements, but...

can I use your room as an
overspill area for my animals?

No.

Thank you.

I said no.

Please stay.

Listen to Mrs. Durrells,
Larry.

Stop it.
I've got to do this.

You are a good mother.

If anything, I'm too happy here.

The best writers I know
are living life in the raw.

One's in jail.

I've never even been
in a fight.

So how can I write
about that?

Well, you could
make it up.

I'm sure Jane Austen
was never in a fight.

No, I heard she was always
getting into scuffles.

Well, I'm halfway
through your book.

And while I'd rather
you weren't quite so smutty...

it's dazzling.

I'm very proud of you.

It's gonna be like being
a widow all over again.

I'll wait for you
to say something

and you won't be there.

(engine starts)

So, this is just as good
as your stuff,

and I can give you it
at a very reasonable price,

as my business partner
and I are...

Well, we're moving
out of alcohol sales.

(speaking Greek)

Yeah.

No, no, no, I thought you could
pay me for it.

There you are!

I know drink isn't the answer,

but you look like
you could do with one.

What's the matter?

My son Larry left home.

He's still your child.

And he's going to find out that
he needs you more than ever.

Climb aboard.

Well, I'm not going
to your house.

Too many gypsy fiddlers
lurking in corners.

(laughing)
No, I can do better than that.

("I Can't Give You Anything
But Love" plays)

♪ I can't give you anything
but love ♪

♪ Oh, baby, oh ♪

♪ That's the only thing... ♪

HUGH:
How do you like your steak?

Cooked by anyone
other than me.

Ah, yes,

the burdens of parenthood.

Oh, you have no idea.

And if I have any more of these,
neither will I.

(both laughing)

Well, consciousness
is overrated.

You know, I'd help,

but it's my night off.

(laughs)

Thank you for this.

I've arranged
for a shooting star

to cross the sky about...

now.

It'll be along
in a minute.

(glasses clang)

I'm too grown up
to say I told you so.

Can I get you
an early-morning snifter?

Shut up.

Oh, I think you might
need this.

(crash, Louisa groans)

So, I have examined
the patient,

a female otter--
I can't say it was easy--

and I haven't a clue
if she's pregnant.

GERRY:
Oh, I think she is.

She's been slobbing around
a lot, seems very moody.

THEO:
I suspect in fact
they have been mating

every time our back is turned.

Well, that's what I'd do

if I was stuck in a cage
with a bloke.

Good day, everyone.

Good morning.

MR. KRALEFSKY:
So, mon petit...

you must be my victim.

Mr. Kralefsky has agreed

to be your new tutor.

MR. KRALEFSKY:
I have brought you

some reading matter
to romp through

before...

we meet.

Oh.

Isn't it exciting?

(huffs)

(sighs)

Ooh, Florence!

Oh, you don't look well.

I was going to say
the same to you.

Hung over.

She drink too much.

I want to explain why I wasn't
at Larry's book reading.

Oh, it doesn't
matter, it's...

I was at home,
being sick.

I'm having a baby,
all being well.

Oh! Oh, Florence!

I've been getting
sick for weeks,

but I didn't want to say
till it was sure.

Well, no, of course.

LUGARETZIA:
My daughter also pregnant.

Lugaretzia,
congratulations.

That is why now
she is like a witch.

Oh.
Excuse me.

(retches)

Has Florence
been drinking?

No.

She's having a baby.

The joys of...
of motherhood.

Well, some species of shark
have a gestation period

of three-and-a-half years,

so, uh, you're getting
off lightly.

Mm.

So, you're not the only one
with things on her mind.

No.

MARGO:
Why is it so quiet?

Because Larry
isn't living here anymore.

(sighs)

(creaking)

(crash)

(grunts)

(women chatting in Greek)

Hey,
Larry.

Buy me a drink.

♪♪