Wyatt Earp: What's wrong with you? Doc Holliday: What is wrong with me? What have you got? I am dying of tuberculosis. I sleep with the nastiest whore in Kansas. Everyone who knows me hates me, and every morning I wake up surprised that I have to spend another day in this piss-hole world. (To onlookers) All you can kiss my rebel dick! Wyatt Earp: Not everyone who knows you hates you, Doc. Doc Holliday: I know it's not always easy being my friend, but I'll be there when you need me.

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A "Hello, Dolly!"

B "Hello gorgeous!"

C "Papa, can you hear me?"

D "Hi, I am here!"