The Trouble with Angels
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All right, girls, hang up your aprons.
Clean up your charcoals.

:33:05
Let's be neat.
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- Are you coming, Mary?
- Yeah.

:33:09
Okay.
:33:23
- I'm sorry, Sister.
- I'm rather sorry you even came to class.

:33:28
You'll remain and clean it up.
:33:57
Listen.
:34:00
What?
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I've got the most scathingly brilliant idea.
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I think it's a stinking idea!
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- We only want to do a mask of you.
- Just your head.

:34:14
Honestly, it's like being immortalized.
:34:17
When you grow old,
you can look at your head...

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and remember yourself
in all your youthful beauty.

:34:22
Suppose somebody comes in?
:34:23
It's Saturday. Sister Elizabeth
has gone to town for art supplies.

:34:27
- Are you sure you know how to do it?
- Sure.

:34:30
And you know what, we can sell
statues of you. We'll split fifty-fifty.

:34:34
Sixty-forty, or you can go immortalize
somebody else.

:34:37
It's a deal.
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You slobs better not try anything funny.
:34:42
Me, your own flesh and blood? Really!
:34:46
Now, put the cap on, Marvel-Ann.
Shut your eyes.

:34:51
Lovely.
:34:58
- Hey, it feels awful!
- Quiet please, or we'll crack.


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