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Why, it's old fezziwig.
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Bless his heart! it's Fezziwig alive again!
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Ebenezer, come on!
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Come on! Dick! Come on! It's 6:00.
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They're going to be here soon.
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Dick Wilkins. Bless me, yes. There he is, Dick Wilkins.
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He was very attached to me, was Dick.
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Me lads! No more work tonight. It's Christmas Eve!
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Hooray!
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Dick, Ebenezer, let's get cleared away.
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We want lots of space. Lots and lots of space.
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Maestro!