Polo:
You're so like your mother, you're driving me insane.
Mata Bond:
Well, you haven't got far to go.
Polo:
Come to me. Come to me, my little Mata. Come to me. Come!
[He falls off the bed, Mata opens the door]
Mata Bond:
About time you were back in your box, innit?
Polo:
You must forgive me. I lose control of myself. I'm a mad fool. Mad.
Mata Bond:
You want an argument?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:18