Billy Butcherson: [to Winifred, after finally freeing his mouth] Wench! Trollop! You buck toothed, mop riding firefly from hell![Winifred yells offensively]Billy Butcherson: [happily to Max] I've waited centuries to say that.Max: [disgusted] Say what you want; just don't breathe on me!
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