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• - Do either of you speak French? - Evet.
  - هل تتكلمين الفرنسية؟ - نعم
• But I guess I wouldn't either in their shoes.
  لكن أعتقد بإني لست قريبةً منهم أيضاً
• Kişisel olarak değil ama... beyaz bir adam Harlem'in ortasında dikilmiş duruyor... üzerinde "Zencilerden nefret ederim!", yazılı bir pankart ile... has either got serious personaI issues... or not aII his dogs are barking.
  ليس لان ذلك شخصي لكن وقوف رجل ابيض وسط هارلم يرتدي لافتة مكتوب عليها أكره الزنوج
• &Either I mistake your shape and making quite...& &or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite called Robin Goodfellow !& &Thou speak'st aright.& &I am that merry wanderer of the night.& &I jest to Oberon and make him smile...& &when I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile. & &Neighing in the likeness of a filly foal.& &Sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl...& &in very likeness of a roasted crab.& &And when she drink, against her lips I bob...& &and on her withered dewlap pour the ale.& &The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale& -çok iyi değil mi?... &Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me.& &Then slip I from her bum, down topples she and "Tailor" cries...& &and falls into a cough.& &And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh...& &and waxen in their mirth nee-e-e-eze...& &and swear.& &A merrier hour was never wasted there.& &But, room, fairy.% &Here comes Oberon.
  إما أنني قد أخطأت بشكلك أو أنك بالفعل العفريت الخادم (و اللاذع المسمى (روين غودفيلو أنت محقة
• &Either I mistake your shape and making quite...& &or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite called Robin Goodfellow !& &Thou speak'st aright.& &I am that merry wanderer of the night.& &I jest to Oberon and make him smile...& &when I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile. & &Neighing in the likeness of a filly foal.& &Sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl...& &in very likeness of a roasted crab.& &And when she drink, against her lips I bob...& &and on her withered dewlap pour the ale.& &The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale& -çok iyi değil mi?... &Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me.& &Then slip I from her bum, down topples she and "Tailor" cries...& &and falls into a cough.& &And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh...& &and waxen in their mirth nee-e-e-eze...& &and swear.& &A merrier hour was never wasted there.& &But, room, fairy.% &Here comes Oberon.
  إما أنني قد أخطأت بشكلك أو أنك بالفعل العفريت الخادم (و اللاذع المسمى (روين غودفيلو أنت محقة