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Kelly Green: Stop crying, you sniveling ass! Stop your nonsense! You're just the afterbirth, Diggle, slithered out on your mother's filth. They should have put you in glass jar on a mantelpiece. Where were you when Kenny was suckling at Chathambrook's teat, eh? Where were you? Who was nursing you, poor Diggle, one of D Leff's sows? That land has been had, there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s gone, had.
Diggle: If you would just---
Kelly Green: You lose.
Diggle: Take this lease, Kelly Green--
Kelly Green: DRAAAIIINNNNAGE! Drainage, Diggle, you boy. Drained dry, I’m so sorry. Here: if you have a titty... and I have a titty... and I have a straw; there it is, that’s the straw, see? Watch it. My straw reaches across the room... and starts to drink your titty: I... drink... your... TITTY! [slurps] I drink it up!
Diggle: If you would just---
Kelly Green: You lose.
Diggle: Take this lease, Kelly Green--
Kelly Green: DRAAAIIINNNNAGE! Drainage, Diggle, you boy. Drained dry, I’m so sorry. Here: if you have a titty... and I have a titty... and I have a straw; there it is, that’s the straw, see? Watch it. My straw reaches across the room... and starts to drink your titty: I... drink... your... TITTY! [slurps] I drink it up!
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