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M: Well, politeness is advocated now.
Tang: Being polite is the embodiment of one's self-cultivation as well as a national civilization.
M: Use honorific words to people.
Don: Mm-hmm.
Ma: Speak politely.
Don: Only in this way can we be commensurate with our civilized country.
For example, I saw you.
You saw me.
M: I have to talk to you like this.
Don: What do you mean?
M: Hey, comrade, I'm sorry. Let me ask you something.
Don: Look how polite it is. If you have something to do, just do it.
Let me ask you a question.
Don: Who are you going to ask?
M: I asked this comrade.
Don: Mm-hmm.
Ma: He is tall and burly with heavy eyebrows.
Don: Oh.
M: I heard that he is a crosstalk performer.
Don: Oh, what's this man's name?
His name is Comrade Tang Jiezhong. Is it in your company?
Don: Oh, now, now.
M: Ah!
Don: Yes, yes, yes.
M: Please come out and I'll meet him. Thank you.
Don: Don't thank me. I am.
Oh, you are Comrade Tang Jiezhong.
Don: Hey.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Don: Huh?
M: I haven't seen you for a long time. Excuse me!
Don: What's the big deal?
M: Did you hear this in your heart?
Don: I sound comfortable. How modest and polite.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you.
Don: Kind words.
M: That's impolite.
Don: Huh?
M: It shows respect for each other.
Don: Oh.
M: I am modest and polite.
Don: Yes.
M: Hey, everyone has to talk like this.
Don: Oh, oh.
Man: You have to change the way. Don't use these polite words. You don't feel good about this.
Don: What can I say?
M: That's right.
Don: Mm-hmm.
Man: Hey! I said.
Don: What do you call it?
Let me ask you something about a person.
Don: Who are you going to ask?
M: This man.
Don: Mm-hmm.
Ma: A little taller than Wu Dalang, with a head and a tea tray. Yes, I heard that he is a crosstalk performer. What's your name? Everyone's name is Tang Lan.
Don: Hey, why do you call it a nickname?
M: Huh?
Don: Yes, I am. Can I help you?
Man: You are!
Don: Mm-hmm.
M: Don't be ridiculous.
Don: What do you mean? Don't be ridiculous. I'm Tang Jiezhong. what can I do for you?
M: I have something to do. I'm fine. Can I call you?
Don: Say something.
M: Come on, stop it. Neither side wants to. What are you talking about?
Don: Why are you here?
Ma: I said you, don't stare, don't stare. Staring is uglier than epiphysis.
Don: Drink!
M: Look, what does it look like? No, it's not. Please, please, why are you doing this? You see, sometimes angry, sometimes sick, sometimes sick, sometimes cold. Please, if you don't want to tell me, I'll ask someone else. Come on, stupid gentlemen.