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- What's the story on this thing? - It's the last bed you'll ever buy.

I think we both know that's not the case.

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I work for my sister.

I guess I had to know one way or the other.

I'm just so fucked up.

- What's this? - It's a switchblade.

A salesman with a shiner. I'm gonna believe him.

Looks like a 22.

I got him up on that Scona, made him take off his shoes, got him a cup of tea.

"What's up dude" is the question.

She looked like a dog when he finished with 'em.

Watch your step.

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A toast, Brian?

- feel less depressed. - Antidepressants?

But now, I'm gonna...

It's a shit-covered bed that's what it is.

- Here's my sister. - Hi.

On the one hand,

You want a little bit of ethanol?

Went out there last week, and...

Shit, what happened to you?

"Not much" is the answer to that question.

He told his teacher once that...

- Yes, so... - Shit.

Yeah, well, I...

Definitely white.

This has to be the last time we talk about this.

- What we gonna do about the long gun? - Nothing, nothing.

Do you play squash, Brian?

You must've been tired.

Where is that, sir?

Drop by her place.

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Thanks for the cellphone.

- Just over there. - Thank you.

- You like her like her? - I don't know.

I think you understand me...

- Have you got any beer in the fridge? - No.

I guess we'll just eat less food.

I called my mother the other day.

Oh, I'm sorry... Hello.

Brian, you heard it. OK.

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Press the button.

The pipe looks strong enough, the rope looks strong enough, leave that.

They clocked it.

I'm trying to quantify how helpless this one feels

Whatever that boy wants, he'll figure it out at some point.

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For his 8th birthday, I got him a bike.

It's just a figure of speech, I'm half Jew myself

Here I am with you fish-face perverts.

- Look at that energy pattern. - You look at it.

It's hard to say... I mean nobody knows to what degree the rat feels helpless.

Goddamn, if you don't try to squeeze an "R" in every word.

Me, my name's Harriet, but everybody calls me Happy.

I barely have a job, so do you wanna see this?

First, I wanna tell you that...

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Who makes your appointments? Who takes your drycleaning in?

Had a white stepfather had to deal with my sister's Afro coiffures.

What are you up to?

I still get these alumni newsletters from Graaten.

- She'd be right, it's inappropriate. - Yeah.

You've got fertile soil right next to you here.

I meant your dad?

My father's 80th birthday.

It's only 9:30.

I'm just afraid that I fucked everything up beyond repair.

He laid there for a couple of minutes.