George Martin:
[watching through binoculars]
Gracie, my gun! A bird!
Gracie Martin:
What?
George Martin:
A bird! A bird!
Gracie Martin:
O, my goodness. Here.
[hands him a live duck]
George Martin:
Not a duck. My gun! How can you shoot with a duck?
Gracie Martin:
Well, my father used to shoot ducks. But maybe that duck wasn't loaded, eh?
George Martin:
The duck wasn't loaded but I'd like to bet that your father was.
Gracie Martin:
Well, if he wasn't then why did the duck shoot my father because I always thought...
George Martin:
Quiet! Quiet! Well, I missed him. He's gone and that was a stratospheric duck and very rare.
Gracie Martin:
Well, I am just as glad that you missed him because I don't like rare ducks. I like my ducks well-done.
Gracie Martin:
Now, take my uncle.
George Martin:
*You* take your uncle.
Gracie Martin:
They did.
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