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You've written seven chapters of his autobiography and you haven't even met him? He's an eccentric. Dinner or open-heart surgery? Germs. Harold W. Farber. Where where is she? Who's the insurance...

Morning, sugar blossom. Breakfast in bed. l got an orange and a bag of carob pretzels. That's all they had in the mini-bar. Why don't you put that crap down and come over here? Hello, girls. Remember...