Ma: |
Hey, Dix. How's Tricks?
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P : |
Hmm? Oh, she's fine, fine.
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Wh: |
Wonderful. He actually thinks you're Dixon Hill?
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P : |
Ah, ah. Say, Mac, I would like to buy a newspaper too, but I don't
have any money.
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Ma: |
Hey, you catch me next time, huh, Dix.
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P : |
Thank you. Thank you. Hitler on the move. Roosevelt presses Congress
for British aid. DiMaggio streak reaches 37.
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Da: |
DiMaggio, sir. Jolting Joe, the Yankee Clipper.
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Wh: |
Baseball, sir. It was a national obsession at the time.
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Da: |
The streak they are reffering to will eventually reach 56 games. And be
snapped by a pair of journeyman hurlers for the Cleveland Indians.
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Ma: |
Cleveland? Ha. They got no pitchers. They never got no pitchers.
What are you nuts or something?
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Da: |
The record will stand until the year 2026, when a shortstop for the London
Kings.....
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Ma: |
Hey, Dix. What gives with this guy? He's not from aroud here, is he?
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P : |
No, he's not. He's ...., he's from South America.
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Ma: |
Yeah. He's got a nice tan.
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P : |
I should have listened to her. She told me someone was trying to kill her.
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Wh: |
Captain, she's a page from a book. That's all she ever was.
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Be: |
Well, well, look what the cat dragged in.
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Da: |
Cat?
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Be: |
Where the hell did he come from?
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Ma: |
South America. Can't you tell?
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Be: |
Wherever you're from, while you're in my town, you keep your nose
clean. Well, tough guy, this time you've really done it. Your
goose is cooked, but good.
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Fr: |
I'm sorry about this, Dix.
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Be: |
Don't apologize to him. Where were you last night between ten and
midnight?
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P : |
That would be a bit hard to explain.
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Be: |
Yeah. Or, you'll have plenty of time to come up with something. You're
going downtown.
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P : |
For what?
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Be: |
For the murder of Jessica Bradly. Found this in her purse.
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R : |
Status report.
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Ta: |
We're being probed, sir, by the Jaradan most likely. But it's long
range. Can't be certain where it's originating.
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R : |
One could get the feeling they don't exactly trust us.
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Ge: |
Commander, I'm receiving a subspace message from the Jarada.
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R : |
That's not part of the plan. Pipe it through.
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Ja: |
Enterprise. We speak to you in your language. The time has come for
you to honor us in ours.
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R : |
This is Commander Riker, First Officer of the Enterprise.
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Ja: |
You are not Captain?
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R : |
No, sir. I'm not. I suggest we commence screen to screen
communication, so we can see each other.
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Ja: |
You offend us. We will not show ourselves to a mere subordinant. We will
await your Captain's greeting with growing unrest. End of communication.
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R : |
Terrific. Find the Captain. He is in the holodeck.
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Ge: |
Aye, sir.
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