1. Fuck you, Vegas.
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2. Man, I really like Vegas.
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3. You're a killing machine.
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4. Now do what you were trained to do.
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5. You're a killing machine.
Now do what you were trained to do.
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6. - What a show!
- Oh my God!
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7. That was amazing, Elvis!
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8. Elvis, not bad for a white boy.
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9. Oh, you know it, Redd.
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10. Groovy, baby.
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11. Love the kung fu.
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12. Yeah, Sammy.
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13. Heh, careful of those hips, King.
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14. You'll put an eye out.
And Sammy only has one left.
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15. Hey, thank you, guys. Thanks for coming.
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16. Well, hey, 'Cilla. You made it.
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17. Great show, Satnin. I loved it.
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18. And love you.
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19. The karate was different.
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20. Yeah, sorry about that, Ronnie.
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21. All good.
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22. Walk it off, big guy.
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23. He's gonna be okay, right?
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24. Oh shit, yeah. Ronnie's a pro.
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25. So, what the hell's going on
inside that head of yours?
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26. - Ah!
- Okay, full disclosure:
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27. slept through most of the show,
but loved where you freaked the fuck out.
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28. Jesus! You again?
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29. How the hell
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30. Those are your security guys?
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31. Huh. Adorable.
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32. Oh relax. They're still alive, probably.
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33. What are you doing here?
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34. Only the most insanely boring job ever:
errand girl.
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35. I'm taking you to meet my boss.
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36. Your boss?
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37. Now why in the hell would I do that?
Who do you even work for?
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38. Not authorized to tell you that,
but he is dying to meet you.
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39. Yeah, I get that a lot.
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40. I'm not interested.
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41. Hey, you owe me for saving your butt
at that Manson thing.
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42. Ha! More like
the other way around, friend.
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43. Hey, lady, you can't—
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44. Fuck!
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45. You score me one of those zapper guns,
and I'll meet your boss.
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46. - Done.
- Never caught your name, by the way.
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47. - It's CeCe with an E.
- As opposed to?
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48. An I, which is how you'd spell it if
you were a coked-up stripper like my mom,
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49. which I am not, thank you,
so I spell it with an E.
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50. Already bored.
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51. So, where are we going again?
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52. - Don't worry about it.
- And we're meeting who now?
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53. Don't worry about it.
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54. And we're leaving Scatter here by himself?
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55. Now that we may want to worry about.
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56. Back in a couple hours, Scatter.
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57. Stay in the room.
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58. No chicks, no booze, no bullshit.
You hear me?
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59. Hey, baby. What took you so long?
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60. Turn that psychedelic drug shit off.
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61. Over my dead body.
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62. And by mine, I mean yours.
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63. Jim Morrison is an actual god.
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64. Like one of the hot Greek ones.
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65. Oh brother.
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66. No pets, ma'am. Sorry.
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67. The monkey's gotta go.
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68. Technically, chimpanzees are apes.
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69. See?
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70. I don't care what it is.
Just get it out of here.
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71. Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's not a monkey.
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72. That's Mr. Presley's monkey.
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73. My apologies. Anything you need, just ask.
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74. We'll charge it to Mr. Presley's room.
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75. Holy shit.
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76. Would you look at that, E?
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77. - What is this place?
- It doesn't have a name,
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78. or even exist, technically.
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79. Got it. More of that
top-secret bullshit you've been selling.
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80. I'll take that zapper gun now, by the way.
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81. Now careful with this thing.
Let me walk you through it.
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82. Safety off, set the charge and...
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83. Yep. Think I got it.
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84. - So, where's this boss of yours?
- He'll be here any minute.
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85. He's flying in from Monte Carlo,
had to have a little chat with JFK.
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86. Uh, JFK is dead.
It was a goddamn national tragedy.
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87. Oh.
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88. That's right. He's, uh... He's "dead."
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89. I keep forgetting that.
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90. And you're saying he's not?
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91. You shouldn't believe
everything you see on TV.
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92. Hey! Don't you dare ruin
Hawaii Five-O for me, lady.
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93. Kinda getting a little bored here,
CeCe with an E.
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94. All right. Wait, wait.
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95. At least check out the plane first.
My boss thinks you might like it.
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96. We can go on that thing? Ha!
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97. Well, hell! Lead with that next time.
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98. Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, string bean.
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99. This is classified.
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100. And that goes for my purse too,
so keep your weirdly small hands off.
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101. Classified, my ass.
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102. Besides, peeking ain't cheating.
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103. And I thought my jet,
the Lisa Marie, was tricked out. Ha!
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104. Oh!
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105. Who's this Lisa Marie? She sounds hot.
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106. - My daughter.
- Oh!
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107. This guy named his daughter
after his plane?
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108. Weird priorities, but I love it.
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109. Uh, just a heads-up,
but you got a creepy homeless guy
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110. pissing in a jar
in the middle of your spy plane.
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111. Creepy is correct, yes,
but definitely not homeless.
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112. Howard is a billionaire
and a genius inventor.
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113. - He works for us.
- Howard Hughes. Nice to meet you.
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114. Howard Hughes?
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115. Hell, I'd heard you gone insane.
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116. And I must say,
based on your wall of piss over there,
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117. I'm guessing I heard correctly.
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118. You sound like all of my doctors.
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119. Truth be told, I'm completely insane...
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120. Wait a minute. I'm completely insane...
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121. Wait, nope. That's not right.
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122. I'm completely not insane.
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123. Mm-hmm. Well, then what's with the jars?
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124. No bathrooms on the plane?
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125. It actually has six.
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126. Three for number twos,
two for number ones,
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127. and one that's just full of jars.
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128. This plane has everything.
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129. It's even nuclear-powered.
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130. I built a reactor in the back. Imagine it.
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131. Never has to refuel.
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132. A permanent TCB headquarters in the air,
with six bathrooms.
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133. TCB?
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134. Yeah, pretend you didn't hear that.
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135. Ooh! How about a tour?
We can start at the cockpit.
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136. It's the coolest part,
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137. mostly 'cause of the word "cock."
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138. Hey, anyone ever tell you
you look like poor man's Elvis Presley?
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139. Bulletproof.
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140. No shit. I was rage shooting, dumb-ass,
but we can't let them hijack this plane.
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141. Well, unless you got spy lipstick
that's secretly a blowtorch or something—
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142. - Oh, fuck me!
- What?
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143. I left the blowtorch cigarettes
in my purse.
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144. Oh!
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145. Now, where the hell are they going?
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146. Hey!
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147. You fellas have any idea...
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148. where the back of your fucking heads went?
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149. Well, this ain't good.
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150. Hello, Louise.
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151. Uh, let's do the math here.
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152. Reinforced steel door versus
little lady with a fire extinguisher.
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153. My money's on the door.
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154. Oh, hey there, chauvinism!
Perfect timing, dick.
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155. This is captain speaking.
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156. So sorry if Elvis is all shaking up
in his blue suede booties.
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157. It's "shoes," dumb-ass.
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158. Oh, there's your fan base right there:
asshole bad guys.
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159. I'm not gonna apologize
for my universal appeal.
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160. Sorry for this, but now is it time for you
to be going to the heartburn hotel, eh?
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161. Uh, okay, language barrier aside,
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162. the takeaway here is
Elvis fans are worldwide—
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163. - Doyle.
- Yes, Commander?
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164. Is my watch running fast, Doyle?
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165. - No, it is not, sir.
- Didn't think so.
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166. And CeCe was told to report to me,
with Elvis,
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167. promptly at the airfield
at 0300 hours, correct?
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168. - Indeed, sir.
- And yet, somehow, they're not here.
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169. Are they perhaps
employing a cloaking device?
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170. Uh, I'm sorry?
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171. You know, a cloaking device.
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172. Is it possible
they're standing right here,
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173. but they're invisible thanks to a new,
experimental cloaking device
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174. that has malfunctioned,
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175. and they can't
make themselves visible again?
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176. Because that's literally
the only explanation I can come up with.
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177. Uh...
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178. I do not believe we've invented
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179. - a cloaking device, sir.
- I didn't think so.
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180. If we had, it'd be a very different world,
wouldn't it, Doyle?
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181. I could be standing right next
to an attractive man in the restroom
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182. to watch him urinate,
and he wouldn't even know I'm there.
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183. Now, I'm just picking
something at random, of course.
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184. Obviously, the possibilities are endless.
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185. So, now I seem to have
two reasons to be enraged.
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186. There's no Elvis here,
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187. and we are apparently way fucking behind
on developing cloaking devices!
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188. Remind me to let CeCe know
she's now in a world of—
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189. Shit!
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190. Hey, hey, hey! Going my way?
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191. Well, if your way
is straight down to a splattery death,
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192. then yes, as a matter of fact, I am.
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193. Nobody's gonna be splattering anywhere.
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194. Okay. Your cape,
while very showy and vaguely feminine,
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195. isn't gonna break our fall.
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196. - You're right, but he will.
- Who?
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197. My boy, my boy.
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198. Oh.
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199. You are so my new favorite.
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200. Whoo! Nice plane, Bobby.
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201. - Yeah! Even has a cup holder.
- Where the hell did you learn to fly?
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202. Bobby Ray here can drive,
fly, and ride just about anything.
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203. I guess your little Memphis Mafia boys
come in handy, don't they?
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204. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
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205. No, Bobby Ray is not my Memphis Mafia.
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206. - Hoping to get in one day though.
- Uh, yeah.
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207. Tell you what,
how about we play it by ear there, buddy?
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208. Yeah, okay, good.
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209. And in the meantime, how about
we follow that hijacked plane?
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210. Not a problem.
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211. Well, that doesn't sound good.
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212. Don't worry. Bobby Ray can fix anything.
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213. Hey, anybody got a shit-ton of gasoline?
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214. Asking for a friend.
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215. Yeah.
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216. This is good, Bertie. This is real nice.
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217. Yeah, I don't know if you know this,
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218. but I was one of the first Black men
to ever play Vegas.
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219. I love this town.
White folks here give me whatever I want,
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220. mostly because they assume
all Black people carry a knife.
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221. They wrong.
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222. I carry a pistol.
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223. Oh, oh. Hey there. Excuse me. Yeah.
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224. Could I get a virgin daiquiri with one
of those adorable little umbrellas in it?
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225. Oh, and three shots of tequila,
and whatever Mr. Foxx here wants.
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226. Sorry, ma'am, but your account
has been flagged as over the limit.
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227. I'm on the Elvis Presley account.
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228. There is, by definition, no limit.
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229. Apparently there is, and it's $302,000.
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230. What the hell?
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231. Did the Colonel gamble away all of this?
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232. I believe it was another member
of your party, a Mr. Scatter.
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233. Oh. You mean the chimp
I'm about to murder.
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234. Easy.
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235. Easy.
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236. Easy.
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237. - See? Easy—
- Say "easy" again. I fucking dare you.
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238. Easy, CeCe with an E.
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239. Now, where the hell are we?
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240. Hey there, what are you doing?
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241. Trying to fix this thing.
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242. It'll pick up the tracking device
I left on the plane.
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243. - You always carry one?
- I like to know where things are.
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244. Hijacked planes, ex-boyfriends,
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245. my shitty dog,
ex-boyfriend's even shittier dog.
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246. Well, would you look at that? Ha!
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247. I'm even on
out here in the middle of nowhere.
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248. Fitting, out here
with all the other dusty antiques, gramps.
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249. I'm 33.
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250. Oh yikes.
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251. Okay, look,
your music's just not my thing. I'm sorry.
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252. - That's literally not poss—
- Give me that.
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253. Here we go.
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254. Can't get away from that damn song.
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255. Uh-huh. That's because
everybody loves them.
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256. Kinda like your stuff way back when,
like, during the Roaring '20s or whatever.
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257. Wait, did they have radios back then?
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258. My thoughts exactly.
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259. Scatter, you damn fool.
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260. How drunk are you?
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261. Ah, ah.
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262. Don't you dare pass out on me.
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263. For all of your NASA training,
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264. you sure as hell
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265. More like a furry fucking moron.
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266. Get your nasty ass out of here.
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267. Now, let's go win Elvis his money back.
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268. Great, there goes the neighborhood.
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269. Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
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270. So, we making this a Black thing now?
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271. You playing, or you talking?
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272. I'm gonna enjoy beating your cracker ass.
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273. Deal.
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274. Hey, hey, hey.
Looks like Bobby Ray got the power on.
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275. Oh, hey! Same here.
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276. I think I got this thing working.
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277. Oh, nice ride.
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278. Oh, you ain't seen nothing.
I souped this baby up.
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279. - Doesn't actually make it go faster, but...
- Hey, guys?
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280. worth it, though,
because it makes it look shit-hot.
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281. - Agreed.
- Hey, guys.
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282. This is weird. According to my tracker,
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283. the plane's on the ground,
and I mean like right over...
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284. Oh fuck me.
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285. - Did I get one?
- Yep.
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286. Wakey, wakey.
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287. Hey, guys?
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288. Hey, wake the fuck up!
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289. Where are we?
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290. Goddamn commies.
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291. Probably halfway to Russia by now.
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292. No, not Russia, Vegas. I heard them
talking while you two were out cold.
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293. You both snore like basset hounds
with asthma, by the way.
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294. Hold up. You speak Russki?
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295. And eight other languages.
Nine if a safe word in Portuguese counts.
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296. But these guys switched to French
when they saw me listening.
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297. I don't think
they're Russian agents at all.
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298. They're something else altogether.
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299. Why hijack a plane
just to fly it back to Vegas?
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300. Uh, simple. To vaporize it.
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301. Okay.
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302. I can see from the confused faces
that I forgot to mention
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303. that they made me turn the nuclear reactor
in the plane into a nuclear bomb.
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304. - You what?
- "You what"?
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305. They had a gun to my head!
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306. Nuke Vegas? Why?
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307. I'm assuming so that they can
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308. But it could also be
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309. that they know TCB secretly runs
all of Vegas as a revenue source.
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310. Ew. Pretend you didn't hear that.
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311. Oh my God.
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312. Priscilla. She's still in Vegas.
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313. Sorry, just, it's funny because
technically, you know, not for long.
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314. For the record, I told you building
a nuclear plane was a terrible idea.
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315. So? Everybody did!
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316. You're not special!
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317. Shut up!
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318. What we need to do
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319. That I can do.
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320. I just need a little help
getting my dick out.
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321. A little help getting a what now out?
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322. Okay, hmm. I guess I'm going
to have to tell this story.
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323. So, I injected myself
with radiation years ago.
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324. - Why?
- Well, in my defense,
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325. turns out the Spider-Man origin story
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326. Which you did not know at the time?
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327. How could I?
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328. It's a total con job.
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329. No kick-ass spiderwebs,
can't climb walls for shit.
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330. All I got was
razor-sharp fingernails you can't cut,
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331. and urine that's basically acid,
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332. which is why I use the jars:
to save the plumbing.
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333. So, uh, which one of you
is going to aim it for me?
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334. Goddamn, it sucks up here.
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335. See? I used to play in our church basement
with folks from the congregation.
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336. Just for toothpicks, of course.
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337. Eventually, I talked them into playing
a money game though.
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338. And now? I own the church.
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339. Dealer busts.
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340. Like taking candy from a baby.
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341. Well, assuming babies can be
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342. Ha!
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343. Yeah, that's right. You better walk away!
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344. Was tired of winning money
from him anyhow.
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345. Oh come on.
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346. He's not asking for a reach-around.
Just aim the guy's dick.
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347. Well, you work with the guy.
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348. Yeah, that is textbook
workplace-inappropriate.
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349. Fine. Bobby Ray, you're up.
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350. You got it, E. Wait, what now?
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351. Hero time, buddy. Time to buck up.
You were made to do this. Know that.
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352. But mostly, you do it so I don't have to.
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353. Can we hurry this up?
Because we've got company.
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354. Oh! Cold hands! Cold hands!
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355. Stop fucking around, damn it!
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356. Hey, hey, hey! Drop the penis.
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357. Now, you guys can disarm that bomb, yeah?
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358. - Not a problem.
- Highly doubt it.
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360. if we simultaneously cut the lead
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361. we can decouple the detonator.
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362. Whoa, you're like
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363. Something like that.
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364. - Now, where's that no-matter-what wire?
- The what now?
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365. On every bomb, there's a wire
you don't touch, no matter what.
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366. My Uncle Randy taught me that.
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367. Those were his final words, actually.
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368. Okay, and yours too
if you idiots don't hurry the fuck up.
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369. 'Cause we are out of time.
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370. Oh God... Get that Jim dog out of my face!
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371. Oh man, if I had a nickel
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372. I'd have 18 nickels.
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373. Hang on to something!
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374. What was that about
small girls with fire extinguishers?
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375. Oh, just had to be
the no-matter-what wire, didn't it?
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376. Very impressive, my friends,
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377. but unfortunately for you,
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378. So, guess this is goodbye.
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379. For you, it'll be
a little less conversation...
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380. and a little bit more radiation.
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381. Okay, okay. I'll give you that one.
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382. That was pretty good.
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383. And that officially makes $302,000.
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384. Bam!
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385. Good. Going back
to where you came from, hopefully.
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386. Looks like I'm not done
busting you up after all.
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387. Like my sweet little nephew Wesley says...
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389. Heads up!
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390. Damn it, Howard.
I needed that guy alive to question him.
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391. Well, you should have said that!
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392. Oh, and speaking of,
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393. the disarming-the-bomb thing
we were doing?
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394. It didn't go "good."
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395. We are totally fucked!
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396. Shit! And the autopilot's locked
and headed for Vegas.
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397. Not anymore it isn't.
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398. Everybody, grab on.
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399. Okay, who's groping my ass?
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400. Okay, who's not groping my ass?
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401. Uh, probably the dead guy.
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402. I'm actually not dead.
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403. Just badly burnt.
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404. Oh! Oh Christ.
Oh God, it's like talking to a meat loaf.
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405. No, I big fan. Number one Elvis.
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406. That's why I do quotes.
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407. You inspire me.
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408. - Uh, thank you?
- Yeah, that's great. Who do you work for?
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409. You know, maybe this is sign.
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410. I should make changes in life, you know?
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411. Join the carpool, get normal job, eh?
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412. Oh, yeah. Yay for pretty pictures.
Who the fuck do you work for?
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414. Doesn't matter, so I tell you.
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416. Oh, well, that's just fucking great.
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417. And thank the Lord for metaphors!
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418. Your ass needs to see a doctor.
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419. And I mean, like, a ton of 'em.
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420. Ugh. And I'm totally fired, aren't I?
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421. Oh yeah.
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422. Fuck you, Vegas.
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423. What... Howard? Is that you?
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424. You idiots know each other?
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425. Oh yeah.
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426. Melvin found me
on the side of the road a few years ago
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427. and gave me a ride into town,
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428. so I'm leaving him
all my money when I die.
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429. Uh, just for giving you a ride?
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430. Wait, what do I get for the handy?
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431. Just take me to my hotel, will you?
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432. Yeah, absolutely.
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433. Any chance we could swing by
and meet my boss first?
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434. No, I'm done with you people.
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435. - Well, but—
- Done.
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436. How about some tunes then?
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437. Oh, fucking Vegas.
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