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What are you...?
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Daphne?
:26:06
l never did like the name Geraldine.
:26:15
Hi. I'm the bass fiddle.
Just call me Daphne.
:26:20
My name is Josephine. Sax.
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- Welcome to No Man's Land.
- You'll be sorry.
:26:27
- Take off your corsets and spread out.
- Oh, l don't wear one myself.
:26:31
- Don't you bulge?
- Bulge? Me?
:26:33
l have the most divine seamstress.
Comes in just once a month.
:26:36
- She is so inexpensive and she told...
- Come on, Daphne.
:26:40
Say, do you know the one
about the girl tuba player
:26:43
who was stranded on an island
with a one-legged jockey?
:26:46
- No. How does it go?
- Cut it out, girls. No rough talk.
:26:50
They went to a conservatory.
:26:57
How about that talent, huh?
:27:00
- Like fallin' into a tub of butter.
- Watch it, Daphne.
:27:03
When l was a kid, Joe, l dreamed l was
locked up overnight in a pastry shop.
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And there was goodies all around.
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Jelly rolls, mocha éclairs
and Boston cream pie and cherry tarts...
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Listen to me: no butter, no pastry.
We're on a diet.
:27:17
Yeah, sure, Joe.
:27:19
Not there. That's the emergency brake.
:27:24
Now you've done it.
:27:26
- Done what?
- You tore off one of my chests.
:27:30
- You'd better go get it fixed.
- You'd better come help me.
:27:41
This way, Daphne.
:27:43
Now you tore the other one.
:27:57
Terribly sorry.
:27:59
It's OK. l was scared it was Sweet Sue.