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To tell the truth,
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it was a relief...
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knowing I wouldn't be... King.
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But unless he produces an heir, you're next in line.
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And your daughter, Elizabeth, would then succeed you.
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You're barking up the wrong tree now, Doctor, Doctor.
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Lionel See? You didn'stammer.
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Of course I didn't stammer, I was singing!
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Well, as a little reward,
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you get to put some glue on these struts.
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Your boy, won't mind?
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No, not at all.