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“Summer turns to winter, winter into…thing”
“Sir?”
“Dash it, Jeeves, I’ve forgotten the verse now.”
“I apologize, sir.”
“Groovy, Jeeves, man.”
“Indeed, sir.”
“I’ve warned you about that soupy tone, Jeeves. What is it?”
“Mr. Peabody and the boy Sherman wish to restore the amber-tinted eyeglasses, headband, and daisy-patterned flare-hemmed trousers to their proper time and place.”
“It’s dashed disappointing, Jeeves. By the time bell-bottoms are fashionable, I will be too old to wear them.”
“Let us be thankful for small miracles, sir.”
“Might we still play free love together?”
“If you wish it, sir.”
“Groovy, Jeeves.”
“Indeed, sir.”