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let them sniff around Boston's battlegrounds and what not.
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They'll say what they have to say, then they'll leave.
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They don't even like this city.
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They're only here to judge us.
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And we judge them
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and their provincial farm life smelling of barn owls.
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To each his own, Aidan.
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It's worth another 50 years of peace.
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Fine.
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Gentlemen!
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Shall we get some dinner?
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What are they doing here?