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Stavros...
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it will pass, Baba said so.
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Once we have children,
you won't feel the same way.

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You can't, how could you?
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What?
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Stavros, it will pass.
I'll count on it.

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Don't count on it.
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Where are you going?
Wait!

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Wait one year, and then if...
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Of course, it's up to you
to decide.

:32:53
I won't say anything to my father,
Stavros.

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I'll wait.
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I saved these pretty pieces,
nine by twelve, for you.

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Faster, boys!
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In the back of the store,
like eggs under a hen.

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Go on, show it!
Come on!

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This was woven, ideal
for the home...

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of the biggest American millionaire.
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Feel. You know rugs
better than I...

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but you've never
seen anything like it.

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Yes, yes, yes.
I know.

:33:25
Mrs. Kebabian,
Mrs. Kebabian...

:33:28
I beg you, put your
hands on this, feel.

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She doesn't know about the business
except how to live off it.

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Well, if only for her pleasure.
Feel it.

:33:37
Can I see you later,
for a minute?

:33:39
Stavros! Wake up, for God's sake,
and bring this rug over here.

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-What's the matter?
-Don't inconvenience yourself.

:33:47
I don't like rugs.
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Mrs. Kebabian, may I present
the future king.

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One day, all this will be his.
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Stavros Topouzoglo,
my future son-in-law.

:33:59
Stavros, kiss Mrs. Kebabian's hand.

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