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:53:00
Because if it were true,
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I'd shoot him on sight.
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You will cease
to see Wilde

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or I will cut you off
without a penny.

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As though I wanted your money!
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What little you have left
from your tarts!

:53:17
How dare you speak
to your father like that!

:53:20
What a funny little man
you are.

:53:23
Bosie!
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Come back here,
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you filthy-minded cissy!
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You're absurd!
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And you're nothing
but a bum-boy!

:53:31
You're pathetic!
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Bosie!
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I'm a bloody good shot.
:53:38
I'll shoot him
through the heart

:53:40
if he threatens me.
:53:42
Better use a silver bullet.
:53:43
Here's one for the Black
Douglas!

:53:45
Bosie, for God's sake!
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One for his liver...
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One for his lights...
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And one for his stinking,
rotten soul!

:53:53
Bosie!
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I'll save one
for myself.

:53:58
My own father!
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He wants
to kill me!

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My life is everything
I ever wanted.

:54:19
I have fame.
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I have recognition.
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With two plays about
to open in London,

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I may even have money.
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The world is at my command.
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Yet I can't command myself.
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I can't command
my feelings for you.

:54:56
Constance! My dear...
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How nice.

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