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She is a beauty. One of the regular bloods.
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None of your thick-lipped, bullet headed,
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cotton picking niggers.
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- Her child, man. - Please...
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For God's sake, are you not sentimental in the least?
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My sentimentality extends the length of a coin.
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Now do you take this lot, Mr. Ford, or do you pass on them all?
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Please, please ...
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I will take the ones Platt and Eliza.
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So, Eliza and Platt, splendid.
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I will not go without my children.
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You will not take them from me.