Maude:
[gesturing to a sick tree growing through a sidewalk]
Harold, we have *got* to do something about this life.
Harold:
What?
Maude:
We'll transplant it. To the forest.
Harold:
You can't do that.
Maude:
Why not?
Harold:
This is public property.
Maude:
Well, *exactly*.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:11