Quotes
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The Great Man : [to an Englishman who has a limp in his walk] Whatsa matter? Did you sprain your ankle?
Bitten Englishman : No, no, no. A dog bit, bit me.
The Great Man : Oh.
Bitten Englishman : Yeah, I was playing, uh, croquet and I, and I dropped my mallet. And, uh, a little dachshund ran straight out and uh, and, and grabbed me by the fetlock.
[Bending over to point to his ankle]
The Great Man : Oh.
[Looking BEHIND him in the bent-over position]
The Great Man : Rather fortunate it wasn't a Newfoundland dog that bit you.
Bitten Englishman : Uh, yes, rahther.
The Great Man : Yeah.
Bitten Englishman : I suppose so.