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It's not even noon.
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Conversation, like certain portions
of the anatomy,

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always runs more smoothly
when it's lubricated.

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This is a rare vintage from
an obscure village in Bordeaux.

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Rather than crush the grape
underfoot, they place the fruit
on the belly of a bride,

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reap its juices
when the young husband
steers his vessel into port.

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Full-bodied flavor,
just a hint of wantonness.

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Bottoms up.
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It's from our own cellar.
I recognize the taste.

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I should have told you
it was the blood of Christ.

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You'd believe that,
wouldn't you ?

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We treat you well enough here,
don't we, Marquis ?

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Your very own feathered bed
in lieu of a straw mat.

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Your antique writing desk,
all the way from La Coste.

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Enough quills
to feather an ostrich-

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Yes, yes, yes, dear heart, it's true.
You spoil me pink.

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And in exchange, we ask only
that you follow the rules.

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You know as well as I do,
you're not to entertain visitors
in your quarters.

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I'm entertaining you now,
aren't I ?

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Yes, but I'm not a beautiful,
young prospect ripe for corruption.

:23:30
Don't be so sure.
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Take your pen in hand,
Marquis.

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Purge these wicked thoughts
of yours on paper.

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Maybe they'll
govern you less in life.

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I'll fill page after page,
my cherub.

:23:52
I promise.

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