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| The telephone made me do this. I hear he's a patient of yours. | |
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| Excuse me, sir. But for God's sake stop hammering rusty nails into your cranium! | |
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| I told you we shouldn't have released that manic telephone. What if he sues us, Professor Crickwood? | |
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| Don't you worry, Morrissey. We'll simply enter a plea of insanity. Every-body will think we 've gone crazy. It's a common belief about psychiatrists anyway. | |
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