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They can't keep holding them together like that. Come on.
Oh, no, sir.
- Boy, I just can't believe it. - Yeah, neither can I.
but I've heard that one before.
Just an excuse for bigotry.
Now, let's get some sleep.
You gonna have a house full of people. Negro people.
I think we're losing them.
He ain't no Mitch Miller, I'll tell you that.
- How do you do? - This is Fred Washington.
Well, that was different.
Marion, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.
Just some nurse, Marion, I don't remember her name.
When I was a kid in the '30s, things were terrible.
- All right, folks. - Everybody, back to your places.
- Thank you for all the help, Richard. - Oh, Fonzie, your $5.
Maybe we'll even be neighbours someday, huh?
and in-laws and stuff. I mean, all those people.
Give me your answer in the morning, okay?
And he didn't tell me until we were leaving
I'll understand if you have any reservations.
The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands,
There she goes, sounding like a wife already. Excuse me.
No, it was Liz.
But I did see a house on the block that I might buy.
All that talk about feeling out of place. That's just an excuse, Marion.
I just wanted to let you know that your police force is on its toes.
How do you like the wedding so far?
- Well, I wonder who that can be. - It's probably Potsie.