Peter:
Look at her.
Bob:
Holy smoke! She looks like a nice girl.
Doctor Frank Reeves:
She is a nice girl.
Bob:
Hardly your type, Skip.
Peter:
I've fallen in love with her. Her accent is foreign, but it sounds sweet to me. We were born thousands of miles apart, but we were made for each other.
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