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Michael: Hey, Torgo, where's the phone? Yes, Alexander Graham Bell, you know, telephone?
Torgo: There is no phone here, sir. The Master does not approve of such devices.
Margaret: Then... then where is the nearest phone?
Torgo: The nearest phone is at the crossroads. That's ten miles.
Margaret: Ten miles? Might as well be ten THOUSAND miles!
Michael:
[getting mad] Easy, honey! It won't help to get mad!