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You bet your life! You think any goddam doc is stoppin’ me from gettin’ married?

I’m talking medicine, not love.

You talkin’ too goddam much. You been spoil evrathing.

Now, be reasonable, Tony. I let them bring you in here where you could see your friends.

An’ den you mak’ all my friends go outside.

You’re a sick man.

Ahi! Tony is verra sick verra sick!

Enough’s enough. Why, half of what you have been through to-day would have killed a white man! You wops are crazy.