Polo:
You must forgive me, I lose control of myself. I'm a mad fool. Mad.
Mata Bond:
You want an argument?
Polo:
Remember, forget everything I tell you.
Mata Bond:
My lips are sealed.
Polo:
Lips! Those lips that...
Mata Bond:
Run. Run along, son.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:05