Portagee Joe:
[drunkenly singing]
All the girls, they love me.
[talking]
Portagee Joe:
Good evenings, my brothers! The world is made of the white breast of chickens - and I am deep inside of it.
Pilon:
Where have you been all day? Did you have a nice day?
Portagee Joe:
I met. a nice, fat girl from Castroville. Red hair like a flame, eyes like the stars. I can see them now.
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