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NARRATOR:<br>
Tourists came in droves for the miracle waters, which thrilled Cora until she discovered her miracle was a fake.<br>
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COOLEY:<br>
Step up, brethern and sistern, and get your tickets!<br>
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MAGRUDER:<br>
Buy your blessings!<br>
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COOLEY:<br>
No, count your blessings, buy your tickets!<br>
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COOKIES:<br>
I'm like the bluebird.<br>
I should worry, I should care.<br>
I should be a millionaire.<br>
I'm like the bluebird...<br>
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NARRATOR:<br>
And here - nine minutes to the dot - is our heroine.<br>
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FAY:<br>
So that's the miracle?<br>
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COOLEY:<br>
Yes, ma'am, Sister Nurse Apple.<br>
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SCHUB:<br>
Do you think our miracle can do anything for your Cookies?<br>
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FAY:<br>
If dirty water from a slimy old rock can do anything for anyone.<br>
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SCHUB:<br>
You. You can't believe anything that can't be proved in your laboratory of a head! Al miracles are fake to you. Nurse Apple. Let these happy hopeful Pilgrims be lost and miserable again, Nurse Apple? Let this boom town be a ghost town again? Let those forty-nine loonies -<br>
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