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You see, I've arranged my son's funeral for next Thursday,
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and I've been told to cancel it
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because I haven't got Alan Maxfield's permission.
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It's Angela, isn't it?
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Well, that's my problem, Angela,
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I need your boss's permission to bury my son.
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That's my problem.
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- I will do it. - I need a shirt.
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Just leave the bloody thing alone,
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- for God's sake! - I need a shirt!
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Have you got a mobile number for him, please?
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I'm coming round.