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Mark Van Doren: [reciting poetry at his birthday party] Now see summer bloom upon this lee, three score rings around this tree, once green, now bare, once lush, now sere, consoled only that I am planted here...
John Van Doren: You certainly are!
Mark Van Doren: Roots thick...
Thomas Merton, The Monk: And bold...
Mark Van Doren: And deep...
John Van Doren: And doddering...
Mark Van Doren: Assuage my woes...
Bunny Wilson: And termites nibbling at my toes!
Mark Van Doren: Et tu, Bunny!
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Cornwall Cousins: Charles, is Jack Barry single?
Charles Van Doren: I think so.
Cornwall Cousins: My roommate has a huge crush on him, she wants you to introduce her.
Cornwall Cousins: What's Dave Garroway like?
Charles Van Doren: Cheap.
Cornwall Aunt: 'Cheat'?
Mark Van Doren: Wasn't I talking?
Bunny Wilson: You were, just talking, and talking, and talking...
Cornwall Cousins: Charlie's famous, like Elvis Presley!
Mark Van Doren: And like Leopold of Belgium, usurped by his son before his time!
Charles Van Doren: Oh, that makes me King Baudouin!
Mark Van Doren: Next birthday, you all get a dirty limerick.
Thomas Merton, The Monk: I certainly hope so!
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