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Bertie is struggling to light a cigarette.
ELIZABETH
Temper, Bertie darling, temper.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
BERTIE
Insert marbles! He can insert his
own bloody marbles....!
[Note: when he speaks with his wife there’s hardly any hesitation]
Elizabeth smiles as she lights the cigarette for him.
ELIZABETH
You can’t keep doing this, Bertie.
BERTIE
I know. Promise me: no more.
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