Jack Taylor: Maggie, when you grow up and are incredibly beautiful and intelligent and possess a certain sweetness that's... that's like a distant promise to the brave, to the worthy, could you please not beat to a pulp every miserable [expletive deleted] that comes your way simply because you can? Could you not do that?
Maggie Taylor: Okay Daddy.
One Fine Day
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