[last lines]
Richard Rich Sr.:
I must say, Regina, now our son really *is* the richest boy in the world.
Regina Rich:
He has *friends.*
[CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE]
Regina Rich:
... And in about half a year, he'll have something else that money can't give him, but *we* can.
Richard Rich Sr.:
[CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE]
Oh? Whatever might *that* be?
Regina Rich:
[lightly pats her belly]
... A baby sister.
Herbert Cadbury:
[Richard beams - as does Cadbury, who has been looking on from behind, and who now turns to a nearby mirror]
... Well, old boy, here we go again.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:15