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- Fucker! - I want a word with you.
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And you, Charlotte fucking Bronte.
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What can I do for you, Paul?
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You know those buttresses that you had put up for the wall?
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They are utterly insubstantial
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To even the untrained eye, and I'm looking at them.
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And my eye's trained.
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No, I get that, I do...I understand that.
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If that wall collapsed and my mother was in the greenhouse,
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That could crush her to death.
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Do you know how old she is?
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Tell the reporter how old you are.