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I think I'm entitled to it.
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Perhaps if you prostrated yourself on the floor
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and begged my forgiveness.
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No?
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Barring that, I have no other option
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but to call the Monsignor and demand your dismissal.
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You're through here, Sister.
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And you know it.
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Let me do that.
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Sister!
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- I didn't hear you. - Now, now.
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It's all right, Arthur.