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She's simply asking if you like this coat of yours.
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I like it, yes. Beautiful. But not for me...
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Oh, for Christ's sakes! Don't you get it?
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Look. There. Now...
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Now, it is your coat, just as she said from the beginning.
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There's a lot of bargains to be had in wartime,
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if you don't mind wearing the clothes of the dead.
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Now can we go celebrate?
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Hungarian, where is Sandor?
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Oh, Sandor is gone.
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- He will come back. - No, he won't.
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You never know when he will turn up.