"Brian, is this yours?"
"What?"
"What is this?"
"What is what?"
"This!"
"Oh that. That's nothing."
"When to the cessation of sweet thought..."
"Alright Mark, hand it over."
"Poetry? That's never come up before."
"Look just because you're uncultured doesn't mean that I am."
"Give it here."
"No."
"I warned you."
"Hey! Let go of my leg."
"Not until you give it to me."
"Ow! Aright, take your book."
"Thank you."
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