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[Sighing]
[People laughing]
HILDEGARD: My dear Herr Haller. You've been here all of
this time without once coming to see us.
HARRY: Not at all, I arrived only a few days ago.
HILDEGARD: I'm so sorry to hear that.
HARRY: And I ... I've been ...
HEFTE: Ah, here you are, mon cher. I've just been
reading about this despicable namesake of yours, this Haller.
HARRY: Who's that? A writer?
HEFTE: Dear me, no, a scribbler, a wretched scribbler.
HARRY: Uh-huh.
HEFTE: A publicist, a rotten patriot and a sneak. Here,
just look for yourself. It's even spelled the same way, isn't it?
HARRY: Rather.
HEFTE: He seems to feel that we were responsible for the
war. Imagine.
[Clock chimes]
HEFTE: Oh.
HILDEGARD: Shall we go in, please?
HEFTE: Yes.
[Clock ticking]
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