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- Yeah, right.
- Well, I ain't gonna be coming back.
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Unless you can get this piano
and the club into my kitchen...
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because I'm gonna be cooking
for that pretty nigger over there...
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so I can get fat,
and we might have some babies.
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- Billie, I got something for you.
- Piano Man, a little arpège.
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We got something ourselves, over here.
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Yeah.
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Speech. Speech. Give me a little.
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White man talking.
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What is that?
:39:33
Well, me and the band,
we've been doing pretty good...
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all because of a certain lady,
and we even got a record contract.
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Fantastic.
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And we cut one song I think
you might know, called Don't Explain...
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and written by a little skinny lady.
And I put her name right on there.
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"Written by Miss Billie Holiday. "
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You know that I love you
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And what love endures
:40:13
All my thoughts are of you
:40:17
For I'm so completely yours
:40:20
Cry to hear folks chatter
:40:24
And I know you cheat
:40:27
Right or wrong don't matter
:40:31
When you're with me, sweet
:40:34
Hush now
:40:38
Don't explain
:40:42
What is there to gain
:40:47
I'm glad
:40:50
You're back
:40:55
Don't explain