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You too could be Premier of France, if only ... if only...
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Beyond the horizon there is a vale of gloom.
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You eat meat. Why do you eat meat?
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You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it.
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Now that the election's over, what are you going to do with yourself?
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At times, your disinterestedness may seem insincere, to strangers.
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Have you been to Mike Goldberg's show? Al Leslie's? Lee Krasner's?
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A lot of people in this room wish they were you.
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The next person to speak to you will have a very intriquing proposal to make.
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You should wear white more often--it becomes you.
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I realize you've lived in France, but that doesn't mean you know EVERYTHING!
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That's not a run in your stocking, it's a hand on your leg.
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A few dance lessons with James Waring and who knows? Maybe something will happen.
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You think your life is like Pirandello, but it's really like O'Neill.
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Who do you think you are, anyway? Jo Van Fleet?
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Your walk has a musical quality which will bring you fame and fortune.
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You may be a hit uptown, but downtown you're legendary!
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Your first volume of poetry will be published as soon as you finish it.
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Relax a little; one of your most celebrated nervous tics will be your undoing.
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Roger L. Stevens and Kermit Bloomgarden have their eyes on you.
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Please phone The Village Voice immediately: they want to interview you.
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You will write a great play and it will run for three performances.
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In the beginning there was YOU--there will always be YOU, I guess.
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You will marry the first person who tells you your eyes are like scrambled eggs.
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You will take a long trip and you will be very happy, though alone.
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You will meet a tall beautiful blonde stranger, and you will not say hello.
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Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you--even bigger.
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I think you're wonderful and so does everyone else.