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ELINOR: I'm so glad you've finally made your way back here, Mortimer. My poor books are in a terrible state of disrepair.
Mortimer: Don't worry. I'll take care of it.
ELINOR: Don't play with your food, child. You're not a toddler. Look at her, she's as thin as a soap bubble. Oh, she so reminds me of her mother. Not just when she opens her mouth, if she ever does. Speaking of...
Mortimer: We haven't heard from her, if that's what you mean.
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