The War of the Roses
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:15:01
OK! Time for bed. Let's go.
:15:04
- Guess not.
- Kiss... Kiss.

:15:07
Kiss Daddy.
:15:09
- Good night, sweetheart.
- Good night.

:15:12
- Good night, buddy.
- Good night, Dad.

:15:14
Sleep well.
:15:19
I used to be chubby as a kid. Yeah.
:15:21
- Let's eat.
- Yeah.

:15:32
Oh, my!
:15:35
Whatever flavour is this?
:15:38
No, don't tell me. Let me think now. Uh...
:15:43
- It isn't apples.
- You make something with apples.

:15:47
- No. Unless you mean baked apples?
- Prunes?

:15:49
No. Wait a minute. Um...
This is a very special taste...

:15:53
- Raisins!
- It isn't pears.

:15:59
Um... fresh fig with, uh... a little cognac.
:16:04
- Figs! I never would have thought of figs!
- I never would have guessed.

:16:10
- Mm. It's fantastic, isn't it, Elke?
- Mm-hm.

:16:14
It's absolutely spectacular.
:16:16
- Mrs Marshall, more wine?
- Please.

:16:20
- Your crystal is lovely.
- Thank you.

:16:23
- It's not Waterford.
- Baccarat.

:16:27
Then we are paying our associates too much!
:16:30
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:16:32
Actually, we got it quite reasonably.
:16:35
It's... It's kind of an interesting story.
:16:38
Why don't you tell it, Barb?
:16:45
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:16:51
Well... we were in Paris...
:16:54
It was our fifth anniversary.
:16:56
Mm.
:16:57
We'd had lunch in this wonderful place in
the market district, called the Pa-day Crishon.


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