Tom Jones

00:05:10 Our hero grew apace.

00:09:23 Compassion is one thing, sir, but justice is another.

00:12:56 Welcome home, Sophie. How lovely you're looking, child.

00:18:17 He may have to send her to Bridewell.

00:22:38 Oh, you brute!

00:34:48 - Such a terrible thing. - What's happened?

00:39:10 I shall sing you a ballad, entitled "Sing, thick Thwackum, thy bounty has flown".

00:43:42 Where is she? Where's Tom's pussy? Puss, puss, puss, puss...

00:47:06 Where is she?

00:50:24 Then die and be damned!

00:54:03 He is a monster of depravity and should be expelled from your house this instant.

00:58:57 Clandestine amours so soon, Mr Blifil?

01:03:09 Sophie Western!

01:08:05 Rouse yourself from this pastoral torpor.

01:14:58 Heroes - whatever high ideals we may have of them - are mortal, not divine.

01:21:54 Goodbye, madam. I regret I must take my leave of you.

01:26:53 Desperate to find his Sophie, Tom called on Mrs Fitzpatrick

01:32:44 Fitzpatrick...

01:37:41 Forgive me teasing you.

01:43:15 Love... Love has deprived me of all reason.

01:47:40 She must be a most contemptible woman who can overlook merits such as yours.

01:53:08 What does this mysterious gentleman want of me?

01:57:36 Ah, good day, neighbour. Are you going to see your bastard hang?

02:02:43 for I have lived today. "