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[after drinking the potion]
Lisle: Now a warning.
Madeline: NOW a warning? Helen: En garde, bitch! Lisle: Relax, he won't get far, not on his age. Madeline: Do you know what they do to soft, bald, overweight Republicans in prison, Ernest? Madeline: Ernest! You pushed me down the stairs. Lisle: Sempre viva! Live forever! [after being shot in the stomach]
Helen: That... was totally... uncalled for! Lisle: I am 71-years-old. That's what it does. It stops the aging process dead in its tracks and forces it into retreat. Drink that potion, and you'll not grow even one day older. Don't drink it, and continue to watch yourself rot. Madeline: Ernest! My ass! I can see my ass! Madeline: You're a fraud, Helen, you're a walking lie and I can see right through you! Ha-ha-ha! Helen: Mad!
Madeline: Hel! Helen: She's a woman. A woman, Ernest. From Newark for godsakes.
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