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Why is it, Wilfred,
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I always get the impression you're up to no good?
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Because I'm normally up to no good.
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And please, call me Wilf.
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We've done this, remember? You don't have a buttonhole.
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Why do you persist in flirting with me, Wilf?
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Because you're a cracker, a thing of beauty.
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You're not a bimbo or a chick
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or any of those awful things.
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You're one of that rarest of species,
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you're a woman, Lucy Cogan.
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Well, I'm flattered, but I have professional ethics to uphold.