Now, wait a minute. Sit down, Zero. His papers are in order. I cross-referenced them myself with the Bureau of Labor and Servitude. You can't arrest him simply because he's a bloody immigrant. He hasn't done anything wrong.
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She was 84, Monsieur Gustave. I've had older. When you're young, it's all fillet steak, but as the years go by, you have to move on to the cheaper cuts, which is fine with me, because I like those. More flavorful, or so they say.
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How fast can you pack? Five minutes. Do it. And bring a bottle of the Pouilly-Jouvet '26 in an ice bucket with two glasses so we don't have to drink the cat piss they serve in the dining car.
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That's a Migratory Visa with Stage Three Worker Status, Franz, darling. He's with me.
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Documents, please. With pleasure.
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Come outside, please.
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Well, hello there, chaps.
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GUSTAVE H: Dear God.
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I beg your pardon. Do you prefer to walk? We're right here. It's very simple.
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Get me Monsieur Robin at I'Hôtel Côte du Cap, please.
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MR. MOUSTAFA: The next morning, Herr Becker received a peculiar, last-minute notice from the office of Deputy Kovacs, postponing their scheduled meeting, in perpetuity.
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It's you. Thank you. Thank you, you sweet, kind man.
