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 | Look, Archie, I'm not kidding. It's marriage or I drop a dime on you. I call the cops and tell them exactly where I've hidden Elektra's body. | |
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| Alright, ALRIGHT! Jeez, you're a hard woman, Mary. Listen, I'll marry you if that's what it'll take, but we have to get rid of Elektra's body first. | |
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| NO, Archie, we marry *first*, then get rid of the body. I didn't just fall off the turnip truck, ya know. | |
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| Grrrrr! Alright! I have to go make number 2 now. Bring me some of that diaper rash ointment, will you? | |
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