Nerva: "Hey, that sounds nice-- th' GLORY o' NATURE & all..."

Nerva: "Wait-a-minnit..."

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Nerva: "Oh, now I GOTTA go..."

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Nerva: "Uh-huh."

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Waiter: "Ow.. My ANKLE.. b'huu..."

Nerva: "GASP!"

Nerva: "WHY would you SHOW me that?! That wasn't funny.. it was SAD, she seemed HURT..."

Nerva: "Oh, fiddlesticks-- do I have a CRUSH on that waiter, now? DAMMIT, now I have to come back at 11:57."