MARGUERITE: Milord, you are not well.

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Sweetie, you can't go.

[audience applauding]

MIKE: How are we supposed to get down there?

[young Leda] Oh, my goodness. Um… Thank you.

-You think it's your car? -Yeah. It's a rental.

[whispering] I want to go to bed with you.

-Did you miss me? -Yeah.

You're not my friends!

Now I'm gonna have fun. What do you say, sweetheart?