Aretha: Flowers for you, Suzanne. Suzanne: Who died? Aretha: Both of us almost did for a start. Who are they from? Suzanne: They're from the guy who pumped my stomach. Aretha: Bullshit! Aretha: "Dear Suzanne. Hope your stomach is better. You seem to be what my mother warned me about: A beautiful, overly-sensitive person." He can tell all that by the contents of your stomach. Suzanne: I'd have to be sensitive to need all that dope. I'm tempted to marry him so I can tell people how we met.

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A "Hello, Dolly!"

B "Hi, I am here!"

C "Papa, can you hear me?"

D "Hello gorgeous!"