| Liberation Leads Nowhere, He Thinks. He thinks I can't tell how he feels. |
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 | When I think of how we've wasted our lives, Ben, I want to rip my own head off. | |
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| You don't have to be alone, anymore. Don't you recall those days in Algiers, 1944? | |
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| You We're Working As a Female Reporter for BBC and I was a young Asian fiddler girl. |
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| Give us a few words about the fall of the Vichy regime, young thing. | |
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| I will play Proto-Rai for my supper. | |
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| Time Is Infinite. Can we waste it, Boyardee? |
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| And I never stopped loving you. | |
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| And now thanks to progressive politics we can express it, mon cher. | |
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