E.B. Farnum: [Pacing, practicing his reply to Mrs. Garretts offer of purchasing his hotel] Madam, in the chambers of my heart beats a love for every crooked timber of this shitbox of a structure, this building. This building, its warped floorboards and...Richardson: [drops dishes in the background] Fie!E.B. Farnum: Why, even in Richardson, my chef, my eyes see a beloved household pet somehow walking upright - see in Richardson a half-witted child, nonetheless adored.

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