Come on, Skotty. Brrr, what nasty weather!
Lotta screaming
-I also want to come! -You can't, you're too little.
-Lotta is stubborn like an old goat. -I'm getting yellow with red stripes. You?
-I'm having green. -And red for Lotta. -Lotta shouldn't get any, with her yelling.
We have to buy her some. We promised mom.
Stupid Jonas. He's so mean.
I'm gonna beat him up. I will.
I'm not too little at all.
-Won't you have a sandwich at least? -I also want to go to the square!
You're not going out in this weather with that cold.
-When you were little, how big were you? -About as big as you.
Then I think you were pretty big. -Yeah, just the right size, just like you.
-I also want to go to the square. -They'll buy you hard candy, too.
They're just stopping by the Larssons' on the way back. They'll be back soon.
Go get dressed now.
I'm not too little at all.
Look, there's Skotty. -Hi, Skotty.
Then aunt Berg must be here.
-Well- Hi Mia. -Hello, aunt Berg.
-But where's little Lotta? -Back Home. She wasn't allowed out today.
-She has a cold. -I'm not home at all.
And I'm not too little at all. I'm just the right size, mom told me so.
-Yeah, I think so too. -Goodbye, aunt Berg. -Goodbye, kids.
-Go home! -I won't at all.
I also want to go to the store. And eat hard candy.
But... Fine, here.
Lotta snivels
-Have you no handkerchief? -Yes, of course I do.
Everyone laughs
But I don't let strangers borrow it.
-Come on. -What?
She's always embarrassing us.
What do you think mom will say, when you went outside without permission?
I think she will say that I have to stay in my room until I'm nice.
Yeah, I really hope so.
Go to your room, and stay there until you're nice again.
And get dressed properly.
I'm lucky to have you, Bamsen.
TL Note: Definitive of en bamse = a biggun' Common nickname for bears
You're the only one who listens.
Mia and Jonas, they never listen.
Mom said that if you're nice, we can play in here.
-Are you? -Except sometimes.
-What are we playing? -I don't know.
-Let's play "the floor is lava". -No, let's play hospital.
-Yes, I'll be the nurse. -I'll be the doctor.
-What about me? -You're the sick child. -We'll examine you.
No, I want to be a doctor and shove a spoon down Mia's throat.
-Yeah, you can tell yourself that. -Nurse, the stethoscope.
Here you go, doctor.
-There, thank you. -Thank you. Here you go, doctor.
You'll be alright. Just be still. Aah...
-Aah. -Open wide. Really wide.
-And say "Aah". -Aah.
Uh huh, thank you.
Well, nurse, this looks pretty serious.
-I think we'll have to give her a shot. -That's probably for the best.
Let's see if you can be a good little patient.
-I don't wanna. -Oh, you'll be okay.
-Just be still, let's see here. -No!
-Be still. -Don't! You can't shoot in me.
-We're only pretending. -He's not going to shoot in you for real.
-I still don't want a shot anyway! -Then we can't play hospital anymore.
-Bamsen can be the patient. -Never!
I'm getting dressed, anyway. Mom told me so.
-Dad's coming! -I'll race you downstairs.
-I know, let's hide. -But hurry!
-Get in there, Lotta. -Here he comes.
Hello!
Hello! Anybody home?
-Hi. -Hi. From the square.
-Oh, how lovely. -Why is the house so quiet?
-What? -Where are the kids? Are they sick?
-No, we really aren't! -Boo!
What silly kids I have.
There needs to be rumpus and ruction when dad gets home, or he gets worried.
Dad...!
-You cause enough rumpus and ruction. -We're going to aunt Berg's.
-Hi, aunt Berg. -Hi! I'm about to make waffles. Want some?
Let's sit in the garden.
-Your waffles are the best ones ever. -Would Lotta like more cordial?
-Yes, please.
-What happened to your leg? -This? These are varicose veins.
You get those when you get old.
This lock is little difficult. There we go. Let's see.
I want to see that picture up there.
This is me when I was little.
-You used to be that little? -Yeah.
-Let's look at the nice things. -I'm gonna rock!
Let me tell you.
Singing along to the music box
♪ Goodbye mother, goodbye father ♪ ♪ Goodbye sister, goodbye brother ♪
♪ Now I must go to foreign lands ♪ ♪ Never to return ♪
Singing together
♪ I think ♪ ♪ Rinkidink ♪
♪ I think, rinkidink ♪ ♪ I think rinkidink ♪
Oh, I sing so well. Don't you think?
Yes, you really do.
-Oh, she's pretty! -She was a gift from my grandmother.
-Did you bring her on the ark? -The ark? What ark?
Don't you remember that Noah, who built a boat?
All the people got to be in it so they wouldn't drown.
-No, I wasn't on the ark. -Then why didn't you drown?
But, Lotta, I'm not that old.
Jonas screams
-What on Earth? -Come look!
-What are you doing? -Look at Jonas.
Oh, dear. Jonas, what happened here?
We were seeing who could lean out the furthest, and I won.
Are you sure you don't want help tidying up?
-I'll take care of it. -Goodbye, we'll be back again soon.
Potatoes. And now: a shipload of helicopter sandwich.
-Womp, womp, womp, womp... -Dad, can you pass me the milk?
Fish balls...! Then I don't want any food.
-Do you have no appetite these days? -Only for meatballs and macaroni.
-And waffles. -But Lotta... you need to eat.
Is it that big of a deal? So, you went to see aunt Berg. Was she happy?
Yeah, she was happy twice. First when we came.
And then she was glad to see us leave.
-Here I come! -Watch out, Lotta!
-Jonas can't get me. -Yeah I can!
-Try to get me, then! -Faster! Lotta, watch out!
-It's bedtime. Come on, kids. -Please, mom, a little longer?
-Dad...? -No, we're heading to bed.
It's so weird with you, mom. In the evening, when we're fully awake-
-we have to go to bed. But in the morning, when we're asleep, you want us to get up.
Sweetheart. Come on.
♪ Ship's cook lull, boil the big kettle full ♪
Lotta. Here, take your medicine. Open up.
But, Lotta, stop fighting. Come on. You can do it, Lotta.
I don't want any medicine!
-I don't wanna! -Lotta, sit up.
-I don't want any medicine. -Lotta, take your medicine.
What's so bad about a little cough medicine?
-Don't be silly. -Don't be stupid. -Open your mouth, Lotta.
I'll have to help mom. Goodnight, kids. -Goodnight, dad.
-You'll have to cough all night, then. -Yeah, and not get a blink of sleep.
-You're stubborn as an old goat, Lotta. -Goodnight.
-You are a little bit dumb. -I'm not a little bit dumb.
When I need medicine, I just decide to take it, and I take it.
When I need medicine, I decide not to take it, and I don't take it.
Bah...
♪ -Now I must go to foreign lands... ♪ -Goodnight
♪ ...Never to return ♪
If you're scared of the dark you can sleep with me.
God who holds children dear, Look after me who is so small
TL Note: Common Swedish children's prayer
Wherever in the world I may turn My fortune is in the hands of God
And hey, God... Give me a good appetite.
Mom wants that so terribly much.
Dear God, make me want to eat.
Only not fish balls.
-Hi, Lotta! -Hi aunt Berg.
You're up early. What are you up to today?
We're going on an excursion. We're having a picnic, and will be gone all day.
-And you're bringing Bamsen. -Do you think he wants to be home alone?
Have a nice time.
Goodbye.
Mia! Come help out.
-What do I do? -You can pack the cheese sandwiches.
I'll go fill up the car.
-Hurry back. -Yeah, yeah. I'll just be five minutes.
Hi, there.
-Are you leaving yet? -We just need to pack.
You don't know how. You're all like...
-Hey, kids. -Five minutes...!
-Were you waiting? -No, we took a stroll while you were gone.
It's that Blomgren at the station. He talks so awfully much.
-Him too? -There, here you go.
And that, there it goes. Giddy up, there.
And you take this. I'll drive.
Uh uh. Oh well.
Here, Bamsen, we're leaving.
Did we bring everything? 14 sandwiches, 20 pancakes, three kids, and an angry wife.
-And Bamsen! -That old pig.
-It's no pig. It's a bear. -What kind of bear?
-A regular bear or grizzly bear? -Don't fight.
It's a piggly bear! Just imagine that.
We're here!
-Hurry up. -I'm just grabbing this.
Mia, you take this. And Jonas will take the life jackets.
Dad singing
♪ It must be wonderful ♪ ♪ To win your love fully... ♪
-You have it, and you know it. -Let's stop here! This is a good spot.
-This looks nice, right? -Isn't it nice here, Bamsen?
Look, I've got a blanket. I have to set things up.
-Let's go to the water. -Yeah, go ahead. Oh! The life jackets!
-Here you go, kids. -No, do we have to?
-Doesn't Bamsen need a life jacket? -I hadn't thought of that.
There, go play.
-Wait for me! -Then hurry up.
I'm gonna lie here all day, and not move one inch.
You take care of the kids.
Oh, so nice.
-It's probably deep here, don't you think? -Probably 300 yards.
-Kids! Look! -Oh!
-Fishing rods! -Yeah, they're nice!
-Did you make them yourself? -Sure did. Bait.
Here you go. Lotta, I'll help you with the bait.
Look, they're crawling. Oh, they're gross.
Bamsen, do you want a taste? Do you want a worm, too?
-Mind the hooks, kids. -That'll do.
-Ew, that's gross. -There's nothing gross about worms, Lotta.
There, little worm. Time for a bath.
Yuck!
Then you're gonna help me catch a fish.
Splash.
Bamsen, you can sit here and watch us fish. I'll pick you up later.
-Why aren't we getting anything? -Not even a nibble.
They'll bite soon. Patience is a fisherman's best friend.
Oh, I've got something. Must be a big fish.
-Well, I told you we'd catch something. -Bamsen!
Mia, what have you done? Look at him.
I can't help that you put him so close to the water.
Don't be mad, Lotta. Bamsen will dry soon.
People like you shouldn't be allowed to come fish.
-Maybe bathing was exciting to him? -It wasn't at all!
He hates bathing. You can see for yourself.
-That's not so bad. -Poor little Bamsen.
Everybody is so mean to you.
I will never fish again! Do you hear me?
-Bah, let's find something else to do. -Yeah, nothing's biting anyway.
Look, a bird's nest! Pretty!
Sit down here so you can see it better.
-They're so cute! -Look, Bamsen!
-No, don't! You can't touch them. -Why not?
If you touch the eggs, mama bird can tell someone was here.
-Then she'll abandon her chicks. -I wanna show mom.
-Then let's go get mom. -Yeah. Come on!
But I'm supposed to be "Simon".
It's a little cold up here. Can I cuddle down with you?
-What are they doing? -They're sleeping.
-Sleepy heads! -Quiet!
-The kids could catch us. -They're off playing somewhere.
-Come on, let's go. -But we were getting mom.
Do you think she wants to look at eggs right now...?!
Now I'm "Simon".
I'm getting dizzy.
-We can't be here without life jackets. -That's just when we're fishing.
-Wait here. -What's he up to?
-Watch this!
You can't do it.
-Yes you can! -Well done!
Guess who this is.
"There, there. There, there."
Aunt Berg! It's aunt Berg!
Guess who this is.
-Who is it? -"Patience is a fisherman's best friend."
-That's dad! That's dad! -And who's this?
-Oh my God! -What's he doing? Jonas!
-Jonas! -What are you doing?!
It's Skotty.
Jonas, get down from there immediately!
-Help! -Jonas!
-Stay calm, Jonas. Daddy's coming. -Jonas!
Help! Dad, I'm cramping up!
Daddy's coming, Jonas. Hang on!
-Help! Help! -Hurry up!
I'm drowning! Mom, help!
Dad! I'm drowning.
Mommy!
Help! I'm drowning. -Mommy! Help!
Stay there.
Help, daddy.
Lotta laughs
-Relax. -What are you laughing at?
Don't you see how funny they look?
Daddy...
-What is so God damn funny? -We have to hurry.
-What? -You look like an Indian.
Funny...!
Come on, Lotta. You too. There, do we have everything?
-Yep, we do. -Bamsen. Where is my Bamse?
-We have to leave. -Not without Bamsen.
-Jonas could get sick if we don't leave now. -Bamsen could be happy in the woods.
Never. A wizard could come by and scare Bamsen.
If Bamsen runs into a wizard, the wizard would be the scared one.
-You're mean! -When did you last have Bamsen?
-Twelve o'clock. -But you don't know how to read a clock.
-No, certainly not. -We're leaving, now. Come on, Lotta.
But Bamsen, didn't you have him by the birds' nest?
-Are you sure? -We have to go get him! Hurry!
Help her. Jonas, you too.
Poor little Bamsen.
Great. Now I'll get sick, too.
-Bamsen, where are you? Bamsen. -Here they are.
Oh, Bamsen!
Have you been sitting here watching over these cute little eggs all day?
-Sure...! -Oh, the eggs are so cute.
-Poor mama bird. -Why?
She probably hasn't been back here.
Pigglybears are the scariest scarecrows there are.
-Quiet! Get out, now. -Don't fight.
-Bamsen is ridiculous. -No he's not.
-There, hurry up. -He's so damn ugly.
-He is not! -Don't fight. Come on.
-Dad also thinks he's dumb. -No, dad doesn't think he's dumb.
-What was the most fun to you? -Tree climbing.
-Only because you climb the highest. -We're going to sleep now, Lotta.
-Goodnight. -I'm sleeping here tonight.
-Are you really sleeping in that? -Yeah.
What was the most fun to you today? Probably when we found Bamsen, right?
That old pig.
No, the funniest of all, was when Jonas fell in the lake.
-I can also bike. -No, you can't.
You're too little.
-Let's go biking after with homework. -I can too bike.
-Bah. -In secret.
-Four times five? -Twenty.
-One, eight, four, seven... -Quiet.
-Four, two, one, zero. -Be quiet.
Eight, seven, five, one...
But, quiet! You're distracting us!
-Be quiet, we're doing homework. -But I am too.
-Dinner's ready. -But you don't even go to school.
Of course I do. In secret.
Come on.
May we leave the table? Good. Let's go biking.
-I can also bike. -But you don't even have a bike.
-Jonas... -Only an old tricycle.
There it is. I can't bike because I don't have a bike.
But sweetheart, come have a seat.
-I want my own bike. -The tricycle will do for another year.
-When is my birthday? -The day after tomorrow.
-What do you wish for? -A bike.
You're as stubborn as an old goat, Lotta.
-Come on, mom. -Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.
-Jonas, you go first with that. -Watch out for the candles.
MIa, and then mom, and silently so Lotta can't hear, and we sneak.
-Careful on the stairs. -Stop outside the door.
One, two, three.
They sing
♪ What day is it today ♪ ♪ Is it a normal day? ♪
♪ No it is not a normal day ♪ ♪ For it is Lotta's birthday today ♪
♪ Hooray, hooray, hooray! ♪
♪ No it is not a normal day ♪ ♪ For it is Lotta's birthday today ♪
♪ Hooray, hooray, hooray! ♪
-Happy birthday, Lotta. -Happy birthday, Lotta.
Here, have some bubbles.
-Can you count the candles? -One, two, three, four, five.
-Brave. Then I must be five years old. -Here.
-From daddy, a swing. -How nice.
-Here, another. -What do you think it could be?
Oh, how nice! "Putte in Bilberry Woods".
-No bike?! -The tricycle should be good one more year.
Guess what this is. It's something you wished for.
Oh, how pretty.
-You can use that when we go to the store, -So big!
This is the nicest purse I've ever had.
-Goodbye, Lotta! -Goodbye!
Lotta singing
♪ What day is it today ♪ ♪ Is it a normal day? ♪
♪ No it is not a normal day ♪ Goodbye, dad!
♪ For it is Lotta's birthday today ♪ ♪ Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! ♪
-Hi. -Hi there, Lotta!
Hi, Lotta!
-Hi! -Hi.
I think red purses are really pretty. Don't you?
-Yes, I do. -I'm going for a stroll.
-I see. -Goodbye!
-Good day! -Hi!
No!
Oh, you stupid old tricycle.
You won't do for me at all! Only dad thinks so.
I want a real bike!
And I know exactly where to steal one.
Come on, Bamsen! We just have to wait for her nap.
Quiet, Skotty.
Just you bark, Skotty, even though it's my birthday and all.
Hi, Lotta. What a nice purse you have!
Guess whose birthday it is today.
That would be you. Yes, I know that.
Here you go.
Happy birthday, little Lotta. Here you go.
Oh, how pretty.
-You're probably the nicest in the world. -Thank you. Here, see?
Oh. They're almost diamonds, huh?
Well, not quite.
If I were you, I'd take a nap right now.
Yeah, you're actually right.
Come on, Skotty. Oh, there you are.
-Come on, Bamsen. -Oh, that's nice.
-Goodbye, aunt Berg. Sleep tight. -Thank you.
That was pretty clever of us. She'll fall asleep soon, you'll see.
Is that any better?
No!
I'll do the other side.
No!
Stupid bike! Get up!
FInally.
There. That might be better.
Stupid bike.
No!
Stupid bike!
Just you wait until I get up on the pedals.
-Do you need help? -Yes, please.
-Where do you want it, then? -Over there.
-Is this good? -This is good.
Goodbye.
Now!
Hang on, Bamsen, because you're about to witness speed.
Stop!
Brake! Help!
No!
Help!
What in the world?
-Ow! -What are you doing, Lotta?
Biking.
And on my birthday, too.
Oh dear. Where does it hurt the most?
-Everywhere. -Oh dear. Where?
The forehead. Look, there's blood.
-Oh no, look at that. -There's blood on my birthday!
Dear child. Come, Lotta. Come, let's patch you up.
Let's grab Bamsen. Come.
Let's go to the kitchen. Such an accident.
-Such a mean and stupid bike. -Yeah. But pretty good.
To think it could get out of the shed all on its own.
Strange.
-I'm the one who took it. -Mhm.
But I only borrowed it while you napped. Can you forgive me?
Of course.
But a bike that big, it could be deadly to you.
You should have a smaller one.
A tricycle, right? That's what dad thinks.
No, a real, small bike, that's the right size for you.
Tell that to dad.
-What have you done with your bracelet? -Where's my bracelet?!
How troubling. We'll have to look for it, then.
-No bracelet there either. -This is an awful birthday.
-I'm going home. -I see. Goodbye, Lotta.
Hey! Lotta!
Hi, Lotta!
What's with you? Why are you so mad?
-Because it's an awful birthday. -But, why is that?
Tell us, then. Why are you so mad?
Because I've lost my bracelet that aunt Berg gave me-
-and because the stupid bike that just went without braking.
-What bike? -Aunt Berg's bike.
It was super heavy to get out of the shed.
But I had to steal it while she was asleep.
Then you can suit yourself for losing your bracelet.
Aunt Berg is kind and gives you a bracelet, and you go right ahead and steal her bike.
I don't want to talk to you!
I still think it's an awful birthday.
We did that, too.
Jonas is insane!
But mom has said you're not allowed to bike like that.
It's forbidden, remember that.
Dad!
Dad singing
♪ What day is it today ♪ ♪ Is it a normal day? ♪
♪ No it is not a normal day ♪ ♪ For it is Lotta's birthday today ♪
♪ Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! ♪
Look!
♪ No it is not a normal day ♪ ♪ For it is Lotta's birthday today ♪
-♪ Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! ♪ -Now, I don't understand a thing.
No, I thought we weren't buying a bike.
But this is a cheap old thing. She can practice on this.
-Here you go, Lotta. -Is it true? Is it for me?
-Is it really mine? -Yes.
Not a bad whip. Mia, come.
Wait, I'll help you. Where is Bamsen?
-Just be careful. -Turn.
-Good, you're doing it! -Look. The kid actually can bike.
I've been saying that all along.
Look, aunt Berg. Look, that I can bike.
Look at this. It was hanging from the rose bush.
-Here you go. -Thank you.
And you left this in the shed.
-What a nice bracelet! -It's not an awful birthday anymore, right?
No, I never thought is was.
-Hurry up. We have to board now. -Don't forget to feed the fishes, dad.
Hurry up, kids. Mia, you help Lotta once she's up.
Help mommy, Jonas. Goodbye.
Here, dad! Here we are.
Tell grandma and grandpa hi from me and be good on the train.
-We only have to be good on the train? -No, everywhere, of course.
But you said that it was only on the train that we have to be good.
-Goodbye. Take care now. -Goodbye!
-Have a nice time. -Goodbye, dad.
God he's small. Now I can't see him anymore.
-Did you see? What a geezer! -Don't stare like that, Lotta.
That man had a wart on his chin. -Quiet, he can hear you.
Doesn't he know himself that he was a wart on his chin?
Lotta...
-May I trouble you for your tickets? -Can we have ours?
-Here. -Thank you.
-How old are the kids. -The boy is ten and the girl is eight.
That will be half a ticket, then.
And I am five and mom is 37 and this is Bamsen.
I see, but on this train all Bamses ride free. Have a nice trip!
-Look at my other ear. -You look ridiculous.
-I need to have one too? -Yes. Nice.
They laugh
What is it?
What are you doing?!
-What are you doing?! -Looking good, Lotta.
Why are you sticking sausage on the window?
Because it sticks better than the meatballs.
You know not to play with your food.
-Let's leave. -Yuck!
-I want to go, too. -No, you're staying here.
-Hello, Majken. -Are you finally here?
Hello, everybody! Welcome!
-Hi! -Hi, grandpa!
I can't lift you. You'll get a hug.
-Hey, sweetheart. -Hi, mom. Hi dad.
-You've been good on the train? -Fie pharao, yes.
TL Note: Fy Farao = Fie pharao ≈ By Gosh Common swear replacement
-Now we don't have to be good anymore. -Shall we head inside?
If you just get them going, they'll happily follow the one in front.
-There. -This is going well. Right, Lotta?
Oh, it's so cute. Can I hold it?
Kids, we're heading back.
Lotta!
-The calves are so cute! -Yes, they are.
-Poop! Ew, that's gross! -Don't say that about manure.
If you only knew how important it is. Without manure, nothing grows.
-That's how it is, you see. -It's poop nonetheless!
Fie pharao!
-Where are you headed? -I'm taking the kids to the farming store.
-Then I want to come too. -No, you're too little.
-I can bike, too. -But not on the country road.
You'll have to wait to be as big as Jonas and Mia. Goodbye!
You can help grandma and mom in the kitchen.
You remove the ugly berries. Will you help grandma?
Grandma needs to stir the pot.
Thunder
Oh, what a relief. We're finally getting some rain.
-That's good. -Why is that good?
It's good for the ground and everything that grows.
-That's why we need rain. -Rain and cow poop, right?
Little Lotta... Rain and cow poop, that's right.
And when grandma is done, we'll play a board game.
I'm glad I don't have to be out in this weather.
-How's it going? -Just fine.
-Where's Lotta? -She was here a second ago.
Lotta!
-Lotta! -Strange! Maybe she's with Majken.
-Have you seen Lotta? -No.
-What could she be up to this time? -Lotta!
Lotta!
Maybe it'll help...
But, Lotta...! Why are you standing up there on the dung heap?!
-To grow big! -But sweetheart.
-I want to be big like Jonas and Mia. -You're absolutely soaked.
By the pharao, I want to grow big!
Dinner's ready!
Will you hand me a herring?
-I'm going to enjoy this herring. -Herring is the best thing I know.
-Herring on a Sunday? Fie pharao! -But-!
-Now...! -I've told you a thousand times you can't say that.
Grandma doesn't like it either. You're leaving until you're nice again!
-That kid...! -It'll pass.
Lotta screams
Stupid mom!
Hi. You haven't finished the herring yet?
-I'm not crazy, am I? -But hurry up.
You go out and play. She can sit there until she's finished.
Lotta, what are you doing?!
What are you doing...?!
-By the pharao, can't he swim a little? -Do you remember what I said?
If you say "fie pharao" one more time, we have to go back home.
You know what grandma thinks, too.
But where is Lotta?
-But Lotta! -I'm leaving.
-But, what's this? -Where are you going?
I'm going home to dad. He is much nicer than mom.
-Goodbye, Lotta. Thank you for this time. -Welcome back next summer.
Lotta...
How are you, Lotta? Aren't you leaving?
By the pharao, I can't go on the train alone.
But darling...!
We'll be so lonely and sad if you go.
-Yeah, you will. -Yeah, we will.
My little baby.
-But Lotta... -Don't be sad.
-I don't want to talk to you. -Sweetheart.
Here comes someone you might want to talk to.
Dad!
Whose children are these? They look just like mine. Hop in.
Hang on. Here we go.
-Here we come! -Hi hi!
-Come and I'll read to you. -Good night.
Are we gonna look in the Bible, grandma?
-That's the burning bush. -Is that God?
We read about that in school.
-Is that Jesus? -No, he was the King of Egypt - Pharaoh.
-Oh yeah, right. -But, shame on you, grandma!
What did you just say?! You can't say "pharaoh"!
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