Benjy Stone:
Mr. Swann, I think I'm going to be unwell.
Swann:
Stone, ladies are unwell. Gentlemen vomit.
Benjy Stone:
Mm-hm.
Swann:
[to a random gentleman]
Alfredo, you needn't wait. We shan't need the car any more. We're going to throw up in the park and then walk home.
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