Tom Jones

00:05:10 Our hero grew apace.

00:09:21 You're too lenient, Mr Allworthy.

00:12:48 His song is sweeter than any tune of Mr Handel's.

00:17:58 That filthy slut.

00:22:08 Tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle. I shall be late for the hunt.

00:31:20 "... several vials of strange liquors, pots of ointment... "

00:38:24 He's sitting up! He's well again! The squire's recovered!

00:42:29 Go away, sir! Go away, sir!

00:46:03 Brother, I think you are a perfect goat. Good night, sir.

00:49:30 What matters his being baseborn?

00:53:03 that he was all the while a- poaching my daughter!

00:56:23 Send him to me.

01:01:58 I'd like to propose a toast to the Protestant cause.

01:06:31 The rest of the company went in pursuit after him -

01:13:03 Sophie!

01:19:54 And can I not see that the lady in bed with this gentleman is not your wife at all?!

01:24:36 As a gentleman of the road you cut a poor figure.

01:28:32 Or Miss Sophie herself.

01:35:31 Tom!

01:39:00 There is a lady in the next room... a- dying, madam.

01:44:28 Ooh!

01:50:24 - I'm sorry, but you drew this on yourself. - Liar! You set on him to rob him!

01:54:36 Tom cannot escape the gallows unless you retract your evidence.

01:58:13 Yes, neighbour. To Newgate, Goody, and drive for dear life!