Edward Pettigrew:
Jazz is the sound of the devil sniggering at our follies.
Fraser Pettigrew:
[
reading from his father's old book] "Dearest Samuel, Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. I have many things I would like to teach you, if only we can find the opportunity. The very thought arouses me to lubricious ecstasies"
[
beat]
Fraser Pettigrew:
Probably a golfing friend.
Edward Pettigrew:
Frasier, go liberate your brother.
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