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ONES–Go ahead! Shoot de piece. Must be bad news from de happy way you look.
SMITHERS–(warningly) Maybe it’s gettin’ time for you to resign — with that bloomin’ silver bullet, wot? (He finishes with a mocking grin.)
chain off my leg and gits away safe. Maybe I does all dat an’ maybe I don’t. It’s a story I tells you so’s you knows I’se de kind of man dat if you evah repeats one words of it, I ends yo’ stealin’ on dis yearth mighty damn quick!
SMITHERS–(terrified) Think I’d peach on yer? Not me! Ain’t I always been yer friend?
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