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1:18:01
All right. Go on, play.
1:18:14
We're trying to rehearse, okay?
Start.

1:18:16
A good persuasion,
therefore hear me...

1:18:19
Wait, please. Excitement. I don't hear
any excitement about this play.

1:18:22
And take her hand.
1:18:25
Bring her down the stage and stop.
1:18:27
And bear gent to her. Okay?
Try again.

1:18:31
- What's for dinner?
- Spaghetti and meatballs!

1:18:37
Save some for me.
1:18:41
"But, room, Fairy!
Here comes Oberon."

1:18:46
- Father.
- Neil.

1:18:51
- Wait a minute. Before you
say anything, please let me ex...
- Don't you dare talk back to me.

1:18:57
It's bad enough
that you've wasted your time...

1:19:00
with this, this absurd acting business.
1:19:04
But you deliberately deceived me!
1:19:07
How, how, how did you expect
to get away with this?

1:19:12
Answer me.
1:19:15
Who put you up to it? Was it
this new man? This, uh, Mr Keating?

1:19:18
No. Nobody...
I thought I'd surprise you.

1:19:23
- I've gotten all A's in every class.
- Did you think I wasn't
going to find out?

1:19:27
"Oh, my niece is in a play
with your son," says Mrs Marks.

1:19:30
"No, no, no," I say. "You must be
mistaken. My son's not in a play."

1:19:34
You made a liar out of me, Neil!
1:19:39
Now, tomorrow, you go to them...
1:19:42
and you tell them
that you're quitting.

1:19:45
No, I can't. I have the main part.
The performance is tomorrow night.

1:19:48
I don't care if the world
comes to an end tomorrow night.

1:19:50
You are through with that play.
1:19:53
Is that clear?
1:19:55
Is that clear?
1:19:58
Yes, sir.

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