Schultz:
Oh, there it goes. We're out of gas. Well, I suppose this is the end. Cigarette?
A Jewish Barber:
Not now!
Schultz:
Then, I shan't need this anymore. What month is it? April. Spring! In Tomainia. Hilda will be in the garden now, tilling the daffodils. How she *loves* daffodils. She could never cut them for fear of hurting them. It was like taking a life, to cut a daffodil. Sweet, gentle Hilda.
[plane crashes]
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