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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.
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Is this supposed to frighten me, Mr Bates?
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Because if it is, it isn't working.
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I'm sorry, but it's just not working.
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Daisy, chafing dishes, now!
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They're right in front of you, Mrs Patmore.
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Are you trying to trick me?
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Anna's still not well. O'Brien,