Laborer: "'Cos 'e's too blinkin' lazy to go back fer the other one."
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Lady (in box): "Can you look over my shoulders?"
Sailor: "I've just been looking over both of them, an' by gosh they are great."
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"How times have changed!"
"Yes?"
"Imagine Rosa Bonheur painting a flock of Ford tractors."
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Sailor Bill: "These New York gals seem to be wearin' sort o' light canvas."