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Quiet over there!
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I said quiet!
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Eat that up! Now.
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I won't tell you again!
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Where's the bacon?
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We always have bacon rind of a weekend.
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There's a war on, Peter. Rationing.
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You're lucky to have any food at all.
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Oh! Mother Barnabas, forgive me.
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Get over there.
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How much you wanna bet she's nickin' all the rations?
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Shh. She'll hear ya.