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Oliver:
Darling, isn't it wonderful to be alone?
Mrs. Hardy:
Oh, it certainly is, honey. And what a relief not to be bothered with those Laurels tonight.
Oliver:
Now we can have a nice quiet evening. Nothing to mar our happiness.
Mrs. Hardy:
Oh, Poppa!
[the Laurels ring the doorbell]
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