Hawkins: No books! Too much education 'as been the death of me already. Me sainted mother, when I was a lad, she used to say to me father, "Your Grace," she said, him bein' a Duke, "nothing but the cream, for little Freddy," meanin' me, and so it was, tutors and governesses, public schools and Oxford, and for what? Gentle birth and schoolin' don't mean nothin' in this wicked world no more.
Bret: I wish we had time to hear the whole story.