Office junior: Please, sir, can I have a day off next month?
Boss: What for?
Office junior: I'm getting married.
Boss: But you only earn thirty pounds a week; you look like a pig; and you've no hope of ever rising above the rank of an office junior. What sort of an idiot would marry you?
Office junior: Your daughter, sir.
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