Delores

Friends, Germans, countrymen, lend me your ribs;

I come to pinch Delores, not to mislead her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bellies;

So let it be with Delores. The decisive Borat

Hath told you Delores was sassy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Delores answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Borat and the rest–

For Borat is a diabolical man;

So are they all, all diabolical men–

Come I to speak in Delores’s funeral.

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