Rita:
The wretch, concentred all in self, living, shall forfeit fair renown, and doubly dying, shall go down, to the vile dust from whence he sprung - unwept, unhonored, and unsung. Sir Walter Scott.
Phil:
[laughs]
Ha, ha, ha.
Rita:
What, you don't like poetry?
Phil:
I love poetry. I just thought that was Willard Scott.
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