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He had me play the Mozart again.

And I was pretty good.

Maybe ****** on champagne is how I ought to live.

Well, it's your bourbon out of pink.

Oh, that's the... you know, the plaster.

I hate Roxanne.

Naturally.

I don't want to go there anymore. And I don't want you to go there either.

Why? Would you just explain why?

Because they're too damn friendly.

Don't shout.

There's some things I can't say without shouting. Do you mind?

Look, they like us.

They like you. They think... they think Abby is the most wonderful ***** in the Western world.

And they like me, too.

Of course they do. But it's all too sudden.

Look, baby, what is it? What's the matter?

Look, you know, I mean, really.

I'm scared.

That's ridiculous.

I'm the son he never had.

Oh, fine.

Is he the father you never had?

Miles, may I remind you that you've already got one father.

He's a druggist in Providence, Rhode Island. Remember?

Anything more than that is bigamy or something.

Duncan Eli is dying.

Oh, Miles, no.

Yeah, he told me himself tonight.

He's had leukemia for eight months.

He keeps changing his blood every two weeks, but it doesn't do any good. He's going to die.

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