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Please.
Let's hear about your childhood.
1:05:04
-Yeah.
-Come on.
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Very well. Where do I begin?
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My father was
a relentlessly self-improving...
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boulangerie owner
from Belgium...
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with low-grade narcolepsy
and a penchant for buggery.
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My mother was a 15-year-old
French prostitute named Chloe...
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with webbed feet.
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My father would womanize, drink.
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He would make
outrageous claims...
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Like he invented
the question mark.
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Sometimes he would accuse
chestnuts of being lazy...
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the sort of general malaise...
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that only the genius possess
and the insane lament.
1:05:51
My childhood was typical--
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summers in Rangoon,
luge lessons.
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In the spring,
we'd make meat helmets.
1:06:03
When I was insolent...
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I was placed in a burlap bag
and beaten with reeds.
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Pretty standard, really.
1:06:12
At the age of 12,
I received my first scribe.
1:06:15
At the age of 14,
a Zoroastrian named Vilma...
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ritualistically
shaved my testicles.
1:06:22
There really is nothing
like a shorn scrotum.
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It's breathtaking.
I suggest you try it.
1:06:29
You know, we have to stop.
1:06:33
Austin,
can I have a word with you?
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Of course you may, luv.
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I know I'm being neurotic,
but I can't shake off...
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this suspicious feeling
about that Italian secretary.
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You know, Miss Fagina.
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I don't want
to sound paranoid...
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but I've had some
bad relationships in the past...
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and I have been known
to be jealous.