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Yeah, I do, as a matter of fact, Susan.
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Would you mind telling me
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what the bloody hell's been going on?
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We're having a magical night.
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I don't understand.
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You don't understand that there's a macabre conspiracy...
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...to inveigle me into a loveless marriage. Susan, we...
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"Loveless marriage."
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We should not get married.
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We don't have anything in common, do we?
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I mean, we don't like the same food.
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Veal? I think that's really cruel.