The Pickwick Papers1952

Mr. Jingle:
Miss Wardle... forgive intrusion... no time for ceremony... all is dicovered!

Rachel Wardle:
Zat?

Mr. Jingle:
Sshh... fat boy... scoundrel... treachorous dog... told old lady... old lady furious... raving.

Rachel Wardle:
My mother?

Mr. Jingle:
You and Tuppy.

Rachel Wardle:
Tuppy?

Mr. Jingle:
Kissing in greenhouse.

Rachel Wardle:
Ah! Mr. Jingle, if you're trying to insult me.

Mr. Jingle:
On the contrary... overheard fat boy... come to warn you... dreadful danger... tender my services... prevent hub-bub... other hand... think it an insult... leave room.

Rachel Wardle:
What shall I do? My brother will be furious!

Mr. Jingle:
No possible doubt... outrageous.

Rachel Wardle:
Oh, Mr. Jingle, what can I say?

Mr. Jingle:
Ah. Say, um, say he grifted. Nothing simpler... fat boy horsewhipped... your word believed... end of matter. One word of warning: beware of false hearts beating beneath smiling face.

Rachel Wardle:
Whoever do you mean?

Mr. Jingle:
Wild horses wouldn't drag... only wants you for your money.

Rachel Wardle:
You're referring to Mr. Tupman?

Mr. Jingle:
Lips sealed... old friend... ladykiller... loves another.

Rachel Wardle:
Another? Who?

Mr. Jingle:
Niece... Emily.

Rachel Wardle:
My niece. It can't be. I won't believe it.

Mr. Jingle:
Watch him.

Rachel Wardle:
I will.