- I have always been yours.
- I do not understand.
Oh, do you not get angry
You look angry and bothered, look at you.
You're downright flushed.
When one is angry...
(orchestral music)
- Whatever are you doing?
- You'll find out soon enough.
(thuds)
- Knocking the climp flat out.
- Many as you like, Bridgerton.
- Well, this seems to be so urgent.
You'll have to be more precise,
great deal goes in minds as quick as mine.
Should I not be courting your sister?
- I beg your pardon?
- Is our dear sister still not ready?
- Oh she's only been readying herself the entire night.
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- At night?
What happens at night?
When I am sleeping?
- Eloise what a question?
- Whatever are you talking about?
- Eloise, that is more than enough.
- Mr. Finch.
As do I, Mr. Finch.
- Tell me my Lord, do you prefer the city or the country?
Well I do hope you're not too spellbound to chat.
And does your father have anything to say about that?
- My King.
- Well he is not so little anymore,
grows plumper by the day in fact.
George!
- So they kick you out?
My God they kicked you...
Could marrying the girl truly be so bad,
I know you care for her.
Friend time to get you out of here.