Firefly Where is your husband Mrs. Teasdale Why, he's dead. Firefly I'll bet he's just using that as an excuse. Mrs. Teasdale I was with him to the very end. Firefly Hmmph. No wonder he passed away. Mrs. Teasdale I held him in my arms and kissed him. Firefly Oh I see. Then, it was murder. (Groucho Marx)

Firefly Where is your husband Mrs. Teasdale Why, he's dead. Firefly I'll bet he's just using that as an excuse. Mrs. Teasdale I was with him to the very end. Firefly Hmmph. No wonder he passed away. Mrs. Teasdale I held him in my arms and kissed him. Firefly Oh I see. Then, it was murder.

Groucho Marx

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