By Vaughan Savidge
Master: Settle down, settle down. Now some of you children
have recently been made up to prefect and others are still...
(toddler crying)
Oh stop that blabbing Ka-shing. Don't be greedy boy. You can't have everything.
(toddler gurgling proudly)
Yes, Patten. I know that you're the most senior boy in the class - but that doesn't
automatically entitle you to a serfdom in Scotland and one of Matron's ermine caps.
(toddlers crying)
Perhaps you boys who haven't been made up to prefect this year should take a look at
yourselves to see what you've been doing wrong.
(self-righteous gurgling)
Exactly Run-run. They haven't donated anything to charity.
(more gurgling)
And yes Kadoorie, they've forgotten to buy British.
(questioning gurgle)
What do you mean Patten, some boys don't have any any surplus funds to throw around?
Well then they get what they deserve, don't they. You only get out of life what you put
into it, boy.
