Here is some frases from Ripping Yarns. Enjoy .. or not..
Eric Olthwaite: That night, as we talked excitedly about shovels and precipitation, Arthur and I decided we had so much in common, that we would form a gang, dedicated to persuing our common interests. Arthur, with his long criminal record, was loathe to divulge his name, so we called ourselves... the Eric Olthwaite Gang.
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Eric Olthwaite: It were hard to accept I were boring. Especially with my interest in rain fall.
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Tomkinson: Where's daddy?
Mummy: He's at the South Pole again, dear.
Tomkinson: Oh, lucky daddy! I wish I could be there.
Mummy: Tomkinson... He may, uh... he may not be back from the Pole.
Tomkinson: You mean...?
Mummy: Yes. He has a woman down there.
Tomkinson: Another woman, mummy, besides you?
Mummy: Im afraid so. He keeps going back there, you know. This is his hundred and forty sixth expedition.
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Headmaster: [leading a school prayer] Oh Lord, we give thee humble and hearty thanks for this, thy gift of discipline, knowing that it is only through the constraints of others that we come to know ourselves, and only through true misery can we find true contentment.
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Mr. Ellis: [in woodwork class] What is that, Tomkinson?
Tomkinson: [standing before an enormous ship hes assembling] Its a model icebreaker, sir.
Mr. Ellis: It's a bit big for a model, isnt it?
Tomkinson: Its a full-scale model, sir.
Mr. Ellis: [annoyed] Its not a model if its full-scale, Tomkinson, it's an icebreaker.
Tomkinson: Yes, its good, isnt it, sir? Its got three engines, an enormous...
Mr. Ellis: No no no, thats not the point. That is not a model. It'll be hell if this comes out at speech dia exhibition. Youre a very stupid boy building icebreakers like this, Tomkinson.
Tomkinson: [deflated] Yes, sir.
Mr. Ellis: Now I wont say anything to the headmaster if you can get it down to a minimum of four foot.
Tomkinson: But sir! Theres fifteen hundred tons of steel in this...
Mr. Ellis: Do you want to come and see the headmaster with me?
Tomkinson: No, sir.
Mr. Ellis: Well, melt it down at once.
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Prologue Man: [with barely concealed unction] Good evening. You know, I think it was G.K. Chestert, who once said...
[forgets line]
Prompter: [out of vision] "The follies..."
Prologue Man: The follies of my youth...
Prompter: "men's youth..."
Prologue Man: [correcting himself] Men's youth. Are in glorious retrospect.
Prompter: "Are, in retrospect, glorious..."
Prologue Man: And so, our story tonight...
Prompter: No, "are, in retrospect, glorious."
Prologue Man: Our story in retrospect...
Prompter: No, "are, in retrospect, glorious."
Prologue Man: [casting about] Are... in retrospect... glorious...
Prompter: "Compared..."
Prologue Man: Compared... por Eddie Waring!
Prompter: No no! "Compared *to*."
Prologue Man: Compared...?
Prompter: "The follies of men's youth are, in retrospect, glorious compared to..."
Prologue Man: [utterly lost] To...
Prompter: "Compared to the follies of their old age."
Prologue Man: [reminding himself] Compared to the... follies of their... old age.
[clears throat]
Prologue Man: Our xerez tonight...
Prompter: No, no. "I think it was G.K. Chestert who once said, 'The follies of our youth are, in retrospect, glorious compared the follies of our old age.' And so our story tonight concerns a boy confronted at one and the same time with the follies of youth and old age."
Prologue Man: That's it.
Eric Olthwaite: That night, as we talked excitedly about shovels and precipitation, Arthur and I decided we had so much in common, that we would form a gang, dedicated to persuing our common interests. Arthur, with his long criminal record, was loathe to divulge his name, so we called ourselves... the Eric Olthwaite Gang.
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Eric Olthwaite: It were hard to accept I were boring. Especially with my interest in rain fall.
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Tomkinson: Where's daddy?
Mummy: He's at the South Pole again, dear.
Tomkinson: Oh, lucky daddy! I wish I could be there.
Mummy: Tomkinson... He may, uh... he may not be back from the Pole.
Tomkinson: You mean...?
Mummy: Yes. He has a woman down there.
Tomkinson: Another woman, mummy, besides you?
Mummy: Im afraid so. He keeps going back there, you know. This is his hundred and forty sixth expedition.
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Headmaster: [leading a school prayer] Oh Lord, we give thee humble and hearty thanks for this, thy gift of discipline, knowing that it is only through the constraints of others that we come to know ourselves, and only through true misery can we find true contentment.
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Mr. Ellis: [in woodwork class] What is that, Tomkinson?
Tomkinson: [standing before an enormous ship hes assembling] Its a model icebreaker, sir.
Mr. Ellis: It's a bit big for a model, isnt it?
Tomkinson: Its a full-scale model, sir.
Mr. Ellis: [annoyed] Its not a model if its full-scale, Tomkinson, it's an icebreaker.
Tomkinson: Yes, its good, isnt it, sir? Its got three engines, an enormous...
Mr. Ellis: No no no, thats not the point. That is not a model. It'll be hell if this comes out at speech dia exhibition. Youre a very stupid boy building icebreakers like this, Tomkinson.
Tomkinson: [deflated] Yes, sir.
Mr. Ellis: Now I wont say anything to the headmaster if you can get it down to a minimum of four foot.
Tomkinson: But sir! Theres fifteen hundred tons of steel in this...
Mr. Ellis: Do you want to come and see the headmaster with me?
Tomkinson: No, sir.
Mr. Ellis: Well, melt it down at once.
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Prologue Man: [with barely concealed unction] Good evening. You know, I think it was G.K. Chestert, who once said...
[forgets line]
Prompter: [out of vision] "The follies..."
Prologue Man: The follies of my youth...
Prompter: "men's youth..."
Prologue Man: [correcting himself] Men's youth. Are in glorious retrospect.
Prompter: "Are, in retrospect, glorious..."
Prologue Man: And so, our story tonight...
Prompter: No, "are, in retrospect, glorious."
Prologue Man: Our story in retrospect...
Prompter: No, "are, in retrospect, glorious."
Prologue Man: [casting about] Are... in retrospect... glorious...
Prompter: "Compared..."
Prologue Man: Compared... por Eddie Waring!
Prompter: No no! "Compared *to*."
Prologue Man: Compared...?
Prompter: "The follies of men's youth are, in retrospect, glorious compared to..."
Prologue Man: [utterly lost] To...
Prompter: "Compared to the follies of their old age."
Prologue Man: [reminding himself] Compared to the... follies of their... old age.
[clears throat]
Prologue Man: Our xerez tonight...
Prompter: No, no. "I think it was G.K. Chestert who once said, 'The follies of our youth are, in retrospect, glorious compared the follies of our old age.' And so our story tonight concerns a boy confronted at one and the same time with the follies of youth and old age."
Prologue Man: That's it.
