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- What is it? Another flashback?
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92. I need some alone time with my Priscilla.
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99. I don't care what y'all do
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101. But yeah, you should
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102. 'Scilla, I'm home. Where are my girls?
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107. Make yourself comfy
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111. It is seriously good to be me.
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137. Jeb took him in and cleaned him up.
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147. Wow, cheap.
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149. Baby... Baby, wait.
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154. Ooh, please tell me
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156. Didn't know you listened
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158. Well, it definitely fits
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160. I'll have you know I happen to be
a very cool and with-it chick,
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167. Damn, me either.
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172. What the fuck?
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173. Exactly.
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178. Well...
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179. - funny story.
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180. You know that barbecue place
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181. Yeah, what does Ray Ray's
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183. Don't be mad,
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184. - What?
- I mean, as of a few minutes ago.
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191. - We kind of got into a little dust-up.
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192. Okay, fine, bloodbath.
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193. So, then you came here,
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Chew on his dead fucking eyeball.
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197. I'm not an animal!
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199. - Uh, no one said anything, dude.
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202. Dear God.
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203. You're gonna pass on the eyeballs?
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209. Would you get out of here, CeCe?
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210. Relax, we'll be out
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211. Already called it in. TCB extraction team
will be here in a jiff.
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212. Screw jiff, you need to go.
Get out of here, now.
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225. Shit, okay, now I feel bad.
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- Hello, love.
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287. Okay, I'm positive
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304. You have no idea what kind
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319. What? What? What, like your jungle room's
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They're pretty fucking great.
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king of rock and roll, right, King?
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- Don't have to kill him!
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416. Jesus!
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417. And what the hell happened upstairs?
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418. Looks like I missed a hell of a party,
which is not like me.
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419. Well, that's the damnedest thing.
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420. You got to see this.
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421. That boy was beating his own self up
and shooting up his own goddamn house.
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422. What the hell did you give him?
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423. Ah, one of my custom blends.
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424. An earthy, full-bodied acid
with an oaky vanilla character.
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425. I'm surprised he's still alive, actually.
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426. Got any more?
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427. Oh come on. I'm bored out of my mind here.
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428. I know you're holding.
Just give me a little something.
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