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‘A dry martini,’ he said. ‘One. In a deep champagne goblet.’
‘Oui, monsieur.’
‘Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a
measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it’s ice-cold, then
add a large thin slice of lemon-peel. Got it?’
‘Certainly, monsieur.’ The barman seemed pleased with the idea.
‘Gosh, that’s certainly a drink,’ said Leiter.
...[Marty] "Doc, devi prendere più rincorsa, non abbiamo abbastanza strada per arrivare a 88"
...[Doc] "Strade? Dove stiamo andando non c'è bisogno... di strade!!!!"
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