Agent Mimi:
Sleep, I've had none, for thinkin' on my dearie. All the long night I wake, grovelin' in grief. Comfort me, Jamie lad. Give me your bosom to weep on. Doodle me, Jamie.
Sir James:
[surprised]
Really, madame!
Agent Mimi:
I hereby claim my widow's due according to McTarry tradition. Let me be comforted. Doodle me!
Sir James:
A quaint custom, but one more honored in the breech, than in the observance.
Agent Mimi:
[angry]
Then you'll have to pay the Piper!
Sir James:
The P-Piper?
Agent Mimi:
You heard me, you mim-mou'd ill-willie coof!
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