Cotton Comes to Harlem
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:25:02
if you wasn't,
we could, uh,

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spend the time, you
know, uh, doin' the thing.

:25:08
I'll put a sack
over my head.

:25:15
All right.
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Knock it off, will ya?
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I just wanted to see
if it was gonna fit.

:25:39
Buck off.
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Drop them scissors.
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Well, you gotta
breathe, don't you?

:25:56
Drop 'em
or I'll break your arm.

:26:04
You're not a fag,
are you?

:26:07
Oh, wow. A fag cop.
Ha ha!

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It's all poor john
ever spoke of-

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that ship and you,
reverend o'malley.

:26:17
And thank you
for the flowers.

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It's the least I can do under
the circumstances, mrs. Hill.

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He was my right hand.
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And I cannot find the words to
express the infinite sorrow I feel

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that this unfortunate accident
has taken your husband.

:26:34
Thank you, reverend
o'malley. You are so kind.

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May I be of any assistance
to you, mrs. Hill?

:26:49
The funeral?
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The arrangements?
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I just want you
to preach his funeral.

:26:57
Of course, mrs. Hill.

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