Rupert: So there I am, in bed, harelip Chrissie on my left and sweaty Nettie, the butcher's daughter, on my right. They get jealous of each other, start arguin' about who I'm goin' to swive first. Can you believe it?

Claire: I believe your left hand gets jealous of your right. That's about all I believe.

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