Billy Butcherson:
[
to Winifred, after finally freeing his mouth] Wench! Trollop! You buck-toothed, mop-riding, firefly from hell!
[
Winifred yells offensively]
Billy Butcherson:
[
to Max] I've waited centuries to say that.
Max:
[
disgusted] Say what you want; just don't breathe on me!
Winifred Sanderson:
Billy! I killed you once; I shall kill you again, you maggoty malfeasence! *Hang on to your heads*!
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