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: Banjo, my lad, you're wonderful. I may write a book about you. Banjo
: Don't bother, I can't read!
: Did you ever have the feeling that you wanted to go, and still have the feeling that you wanted to stay?
: [to Nurse Preen
] I can feel the hot blood pounding through your varicose veins.
: [lasciviously to Nurse Preen
] Come to my room in a half hour and bring some rye bread.
: How long can you stay? Banjo
: Just long enough to take a bath.