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The day after we came back from Rome,
we were stepping out of a taxi from lunch.
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Our doorman, whom we tip at Christmas
and any time he does anything nice for us,
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our doorman spit at my husband,
J Flanders Kittredge. He spit at him!
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Thank you, Maurice. Ooh!
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Darling, they don't
need to know every detail.
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- I know all about your son.
- What about my son?
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Not the little shit that lives here.
The secret son.
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- The Negro son you deny!
- Negro son?
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The son you make live in Central Park
while you're gallivanting!
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- Do you have a black son?
- No!
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This is how rumours
get started and set in cement.
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- The girl told me everything.
- Who?
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- She wants her money.
- Who?
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I'm keeping her in a safe place.
Come, come, come.
1:11:58
The next chapter.
1:12:04
My boyfriend and I
took a picnic into the park.
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So, do they have any
black people in Utah?
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- Maybe two.
- I saw them once. Two black people.
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The Mormons brought in two.
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- Do you think it'll hurt me?
- What'll hurt you?
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My resemblance to Liv Ullmann.
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She won the all-state competition
for comedy and drama.
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Really? My gosh!
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The quality of mercy is not strained.
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It droppeth like
the gentle rain from heaven.
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Yeah.
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And we study. And we wait tables.
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Cos you have to have technique.
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Like the painters.
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Cézanne looked for the rules behind
the spontaneity of Impressionism.
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- That's a painter?
- We know nothing about painting.
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My dad loves painting.