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Come on, come on, come on, come on.
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You bastard.
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Why is Sybil having a new dress and not me?
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Because it's Sybil's turn.
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Can it be my choice this time?
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Of course, darling. As long as you choose what I choose.
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Branson, you'll be taking Lady Sybil to Ripon tomorrow.
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- She'll be leaving after luncheon. - Certainly, your ladyship.
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Poor old Madame Swan.
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I don't know why we bother with fittings.
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She always makes the same frock.
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What do you want her to make?