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No.
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I need you to serve this to table three.
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Bob, shh! He's dying.
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I'm sorry.
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Come on... ahem.
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Come on, Butler. Let's go out into the garden.
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Tina. Tina, it's your big line.
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- Go. - No. Don't.
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The tree, it's been murdered.
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Oh, Butler, who is committing all these murders?
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Beats me. Oh, there's my knife.
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Well, I sure don't know whodunit.