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:14:06
If you need help
with the coffin, call me.

:14:28
This way.
:14:36
In here.
:14:38
I put him on my massage table
by the fire.

:14:41
He always liked fires
and poking at them with a stick.

:14:50
We'll bury him in the garden.
Any city laws against that?

:14:55
- I wouldn't know.
- I don't care, anyway.

:14:57
I want the coffin to be white
and specially lined with satin,

:15:01
white or deep pink.
:15:07
Maybe red, bright, flaming red.
Let's make it gay.

:15:20
How much? Don't give me
a fancy price just because I'm rich.

:15:26
Lady, you've got the wrong man.
I had some trouble with a flat tyre.

:15:31
I pulled in till I could get a spare.
I thought the house was empty.

:15:36
- It is not. Get out.
- I'm sorry.

:15:40
I'm sorry you lost your friend.
I don't think red is the right colour.

:15:46
- Haven't I seen you before?
- Get out, or shall I call my servant?

:15:51
You're Norma Desmond.
You were big in silent pictures.

:15:57
I am big. It's the pictures
that got small.


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