Gaby:
That buzz bomb, hear it Elsa? If it stops shrieking this very second it means it's motor has stopped. It will land very near us. We could be dead in three seconds from now.
Elsa:
Right. What can we do about it?
Gaby:
We could realize it.
Elsa:
I don't know what you mean; but, I'm so tired of that "love, drink and be merry, for tomorrow, we die" nonsense. You don't die. You just wake up with such a terrific headache you wish you had died.
Gaby:
Somebody dies, every minute.
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