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David: [as his brother takes his time crawling over to him] Hurry up for fuck's sake
David: [holding the farmer at bay by threatening to destroy his photos] Mad... mad... mad bastard... you stay there or she
[a photo of the farmer's wife]
David: gets it
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[last lines]
Peter: [surrounded by the demented offspring of the farmer] Ohh... you must be joking
Extended Reading
