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Monty:
The older order changeth, yielding place to new. God fulfils himself in many ways. And soon, I suppose, I shall be swept away by some vulgar little tumour. Oh, my boys, my boys, we're at the end of an age. We live in a land of weather forecasts and breakfasts that set in. Shat on by Tories, shovelled up by Labour. And here we are, we three, perhaps the last island of beauty in the world
The older order changeth, yielding place to new. God fulfils himself in many ways. And soon, I suppose, I shall be swept away by some vulgar little tumour. Oh, my boys, my boys, we're at the end of an age. We live in a land of weather forecasts and breakfasts that set in. Shat on by Tories, shovelled up by Labour. And here we are, we three, perhaps the last island of beauty in the world
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The old order changeth
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yielding place to new
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And God fulfills Himself in many ways
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And soon
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I suppose
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I shall be swept away
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by some vulgar little tumor
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Oh my boys
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My boys we're at the end of an age
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We live in a land of weather forecasts
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and breakfasts that 'set in '
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shat on by Tories shoveled up by Labor
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And here we are we three
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perhaps the last island of beauty in the world
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Movie Summary
In 1969, two substance-abusing, unemployed actors retreat to the countryside for a holiday that proves disastrous.

