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Before you’re twice married and once a widower.

Lapses are condoned. Even the great Napoleon, when measurements were taken near the skin after his death…

Ah, ma, you’re dragging me along!

Mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over!

(With paralytic rage.) Weda seca whokilla farst.

(Sings.)

(Gazes on her impassive.) Immense! Most bloody awful demirep!