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| John... I'll be watching the play with only my wife. Your presence in our 'booth' (ha ha, no pun intended), would be scandalously revelatory. Thus it is with great regret, and a sore anus, that I... | |
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| But... I love you. Could you not grant me one last dalliance, and thus emancipate me from enslavement? Can't you see I am but a negro to my passion? | |
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| Nice try John, but you should save your eloquence for the stage, and you should look up the meaning of 'dalliance'! Go back to acting school, and 'break a leg' John, 'break a leg'! | |
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| Don't speak to me as an actor, for I am not acting. | |
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And no one but John ever heard the Presidents final prophetic words, which I'll be damned if John didn't go off and fulfill literally!
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