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:49:19
Would you like a drink of ambrosia,
suitable only for a goddess?

:49:25
No, thank you.
:49:29
Mr. Obregon said the place had been
taken over by the government.

:49:34
Don't think about it.
:49:38
A cigarette, perhaps?
Blended of the finest tobaccos -

:49:42
- from the most romantic places
of the world.

:49:46
No, thank you.
:49:54
- It all looks lonely, doesn't it?
- All bad things end up lonely.

:50:02
I know that, don't l? You can keep
your silly epigrams to yourself.

:50:28
Uncle Pio.
:50:34
I hear you're going home.
I came to say goodbye.

:50:49
I want to go with you, Gilda.
Please take me.

:50:58
- I know I did everything wrong.
- Isn't it wonderful?


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