“Billy Butcherson: [to Winifred, after finally freeing his mouth] Wench! Trollop! You bucktoothed, mop-riding firefly from hell!
[Winifred yells offensively]
Billy Butcherson: [happily 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 malfeasance! Hang on to your heads!”
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