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"Now listen, Mister, if you think that we're going downtown tomorrow and buyin' you a broad-brimmed hat, you're badly mistaken; you're not any cowboy from Pennsylvania, ya know."
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"You'd buy a hat that'd look like an inside of a gunny sack if you got a chance."
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"Oh... just sittin' here with our shoelaces in our eyelets."
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"Mr. and Mrs. Dumptydoodle up the street want to know if we could stand a game of 500?"
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"Rush, if your'e gonna be here when Mr. and Mrs. Stembottom come, you're gonna have to do something about that hair; it looks fierce... trot along and untangle it... you don't want company to catch you lookin' like an eagle's nest."
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"No, because you'll take it and jam it down on your head like a frying pan."
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"You'll meet me tomorrow afternoon and we'll pick out something neat and conservative with a halfway-civilized-sized brim."
