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ALLIE, HIGH ON WINE, DECIDES TO REPORT THE ESTEEMED DR. RED.
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| I'm going to call the Picayune and tell them about Dr. Red. They should know he couldn't beat Joe Becker. Where's the phone? | |
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ALLIE TALKS WITH A LOW LEVEL CLERK AT THE PAPER. BUT HE IS STRAIGTENED OUT BY HIS BOSS.
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| Boss, I got this phone call from some boozer really demeaning Dr. Red. Should we act on his call? | |
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| Are you crazy? Do you know who Dr. Red is? He's the most prominent physician in this country ... | |
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THE RETARDED CLERK SEES THE LIGHT. IS TREMENDOUSLY EMBARASSED.
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| ... he's a 12 time Nobel Prize Winner. Criticizing him is like criticizing motherhood and apple pie. Forget it! | |
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| Right. I got you. Well, the guy who called sounded like a wino. Probably one of those who says he has a couple every night for his health. | |
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