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Jane: Where's Phil?
Peggy: I think he's out the back. Now, George, what'll it be?
George: The usual, please.
Jane: Mum, he's not there. Maybe he's outside, smirting.
George: What's smirting?
Jane: George, you are so past it. What do you get when you
smoke and flirt at the same time?