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- l'm sorry.|- No, Betty, this is yours.
What's going on here? Silly.
Pass the sugar, lover.
- Hand me the bread, Momma.|- Yes, Poppa.
That's strawberry jam in there.
How about some celery?|Would you like some celery?
Are you starting this all over again?
(Both) That's the best cup of tea|you ever made.
- Shakespeare.|- Longfellow.
- Needles.|- Pins. (Laughs)
- lsn't that cute?|- (Clock chiming)
Oh, Daphne, look at the time.|Hurry or we'll be late for our bridge party.
- Have a good time.|- See you before you go.
That's Mrs Adelquist. Let her in, darling,|we'll be right down. Come on, Betty.
- (Door closes)|- Come in, Mrs Adelquist.
lt wasn't Mrs Twiddlepast.
Not Twiddlepast, Adelquick, er, Adelquist.
Never mind who it was, who was it?
- lt was a letter for you.|- Oh!
lt's from my mother.
- What's she say?|- l'll find out when l get my glasses.
''My dear son Ollie,
Don't be rude.
Now look what you've done.
Now, that's better.
''My dear son Ollie,
- lsn't that swell?|- Can you imagine that?
Our very own twin brothers.
Cha cha cha.
(Laughs) Seems like only yesterday.
(Stan) Which is you?|(Ollie) That's me there.
- Look at me.|- But that isn't you, that's Alf.
Let me have your glasses.
(Nasally) You mean to tell me|l don't know which is me?
That's me, right there.
How do you know that's you?
- l'm the oldest, you can...|- Sit down.
There's some more writing.|Give me my glasses.
Here, you read it!
Oh, isn't that terrible?
''Let this be a lesson to you. Mother.''
- Hm.|- lsn't that calamitous?
- Where are you going?|- To show Bubbles.
- (Chokes) Come here.|- What?
- Are you crazy?|- Uh-uh.
We'd lose our prestige in town and be|ostracised by the rest of the community.
- Well, why would they...?!|- Oh! Shh.
don't you tell a soul about this|because if you do we'll be sunk.
(Both) Then nobody will ever know.
-Shakespeare.|- Long... Not now!
- Have you got a match?|- Yes.
We'll burn our past behind us.
- (Daphne) Come along, Betty!|- Oh! Here.
(Daphne) We'll be right down,|Mrs Adelquist!
- Oh! Hello, dear!|- Where's Mrs Adelquist?
- (Doorbell)|- We have to go now.
l'm sorry, dear. Goodbye.
(Daphne) Come along, girls,|we're going to be late!
- Goodbye!|- (Door closes)
Stand by your line!
Hey, mate - get busy|and unload the livestock.
- We sail in the morning with the tide.|- Aye, sir!
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