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I still haven't read that or any of his works, but that's the number this week, so, there you go, a fresh batch of illusory clever, one whych be free to thee.

"Well, this is goodbye."

"To requite your gallonde of godbwyes, I regive you a pottle of how-dyes."

"What?"

"Yower courtesie is manifest; for yew'd rather haue one farewell then twenty godbwyes."

"No, no, no! You knew I was leaving, you knew I had to -- had to! -- and what do you do, you purposely play -- dammit, you think Allenby sang don't walk in the rain for no good reason? Now you've come down with a case of yeomanry!"

"Gallants, godbwye all."

"Stop it! No goodbyes now, I've got to get you to the hospital!"

"So shall the noble and moste necessarye science of phisicke, with the ministers thereof, escape the sclaunder, which they haue of long tyme susteyned."

"Yes, yes, yes, doctors are respect -- why am I even talking to you, just get in the goddamn car."

"Men of Paracelsian parts are fittest to Mountebanke Satan's Chimistry into sicke Churches and weake Iudgements."

"Look, Jerry, you just told me, ah shit, now you're delirious. Dammit man, listen! There's no fucking Paracelsus, no Agrippa, no Dee, no devils, no charlatans, well no that's not true plenty of those in Washington -- Jesus, you can't you even laugh anymore, can you. C'mon, Jerry, you gotta stay awake man, please! Gotta run this red light, Jerry, I'm begging you, stay awake!"

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"I'm sorry. We tried everything. If only he had manifested symptoms earlier, we could have caught his illness in time. My condolences."

"Thanks, doc. Well, Jerry, you sonofabitch, I warned ye & now the tymbur of ye hous is roten be the rayn that falleth theron. Egad! Mine concupiscence, like thine, deserve black helles damnation!"