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Richard: Cheers, old chap.
George: I never drink.
Richard: You ain't refusing to have a drink with Dickie, are you?
George: I can't drink alcohol. It makes me sick. Especially this time in the morning.
Richard: Either you're a pal or you ain't. Time don't make no difference with pals. Bottoms up.
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Richard: What a rock pile. Eleventh century.
George: Romantic age.
Richard: Bring on the little girls! You could throw some real wild orgies in that old castle of yours - couldn't you, you old bastard, you?
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