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Mrs Hughes has got a fancy man.
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- Him? A fancy man? - Don't be so nasty,
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Daisy. It doesn't suit you.
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I reckon there's a job vacancy coming up.
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Miss O'Brien, do you fancy a promotion?
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Very droll. If she's got a boyfriend, I'm a giraffe.
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Leave me alone, Mr Bates.
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I know you mean well, but let me be.
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What chance did he have, up against a champion?
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Now you listen, you filthy little rat.
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If you don't lay off, I will punch
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your shining teeth through the back of your skull.