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How are you, Hamlet?
- Alright, thank God.
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Do you know me?
- Sure, you're the butcher.
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Not I.
- I wish you were.
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Why?
- It would make you more respectable.
:38:32
Only one man in 10,000
is respectable -
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and even he's nothing much
to boast about. - That's true.
:38:39
For if the sun breeds maggots
in a dead bitch -
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it's worth the carrion to kiss it.
You got a daughter? - Yes.
:38:48
Don't let her take too much sun,
for it's nobler to give.
:38:52
Tell her about the facts of life -
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or she might burst pregnant.
:39:02
You're talking about my daughter?
:39:05
In my youth I, too,
suffered much for love.
:39:13
What are you reading?
- Words, words, words.
:39:18
About what?
- About it.
:39:20
What's in there?
- Gossip.
:39:26
Even if it was true, it's disgusting
to print it because -
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one day you'll be as old as I am,
if you go backward like a crab.
:39:34
I see. I must go.
Will we meet again?
:39:40
I can't promise you anything else
with as much pleasure, butcher -
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except my life, except my life,
except my life.
:39:50
Mad!