1. Shh!Copy !req
2. Shh!Copy !req
3. - Ugh. Why the hell is your phone on?
- Because I have a social life.Copy !req
4. - Hello?
- Why the hell is your phone on?Copy !req
5. Because I have a... Why did you call?Copy !req
6. - Because this is important.
- Micromanagitis.Copy !req
7. If we show San Marino
the flaws in their palace security...Copy !req
8. they've agreed to hire us
as security consultants.Copy !req
9. And I'm sure I don't need to remind you...Copy !req
10. that we haven't gotten one
of these jobs since your Uffizi fiasco.Copy !req
11. And yet, you always do.Copy !req
12. Because you learned nothing from it.Copy !req
13. I learned that flammable and
inflammable mean the same thing.Copy !req
14. - Wait, what?
- Well, this time make sure you...Copy !req
15. Mother. Oh, my God, we've been
spotted they're shooting at us. Oh, my...Copy !req
16. - Heh. Bet she's freaking out right now.
- Oh, my God.Copy !req
17. What shade is that? Crack Whore Red?Copy !req
18. - You said they were tranquilizer darts.
- Ah, I merely implied that.Copy !req
19. Damn it. So I poisoned like,
five innocent security guards?Copy !req
20. Would you relax? I'm pretty sure
San Marino has universal health care.Copy !req
21. - So?
- So that's good for them.Copy !req
22. Because there's gonna be
some neurological damage.Copy !req
23. - Oh, my. Lana.
- Wow, that is one serious diamond.Copy !req
24. But is it supposed to be brown?Copy !req
25. It's not brown, Pam.Copy !req
26. - That color is called champagne.
- Mm-hm.Copy !req
27. - And why do you have it?
- Because I...Copy !req
28. am gonna ask Lana to marry me.Copy !req
29. And you're gonna give her that
if she says no?Copy !req
30. Like a big "screw you
in your big Lincoln-Loggy fingers"?Copy !req
31. The last thing you hear me say is,
"Oh, my God, they're shooting at us"...Copy !req
32. - and you don't even call me back?
- Well...Copy !req
33. I knew you weren't in any real danger.Copy !req
34. You know, with Lana there.Copy !req
35. - Ha!
- Ha.Copy !req
36. And let's just knock off the giggling.Copy !req
37. I want game-faces on those heads
for our conference call with the prince.Copy !req
38. - I thought he was a captain regent.
- Oh, whatever.Copy !req
39. All of San Marino could fit
in the South Bronx.Copy !req
40. - The important thing is, they're loaded.
- Just shitfaced.Copy !req
41. - Oh...
- About 15 freaking beers...Copy !req
42. all that Schützie. And holy shit,
did I honk down a bunch of absinthe?Copy !req
43. I don't know Pam,
but could you lower your voice?Copy !req
44. I must have. Cause I hallucinated
you had an engagement...Copy !req
45. Not. Another. Word.Copy !req
46. - And just what is this, I ask you.
- Hello, Cheryl.Copy !req
47. Cyril. Are you cheating on me?Copy !req
48. - No, just trying to get my muffin back.
- Oh, no, you're not.Copy !req
49. - I'm not?
- Not like that.Copy !req
50. You gotta slug her in the
diaphragm with a forearm shiver.Copy !req
51. - Oh. That's good to know. Heh.
- Do it.Copy !req
52. Um...Copy !req
53. - Wow.
- Ugh.Copy !req
54. And no muffin. See?
Time lost is muffin lost.Copy !req
55. Along with my appetite.Copy !req
56. - For food, that is. Heh-heh.
- Ugh.Copy !req
57. Come see me.Copy !req
58. Wow. I am incredibly sorry.Copy !req
59. But that is my decision, Ms. Archer.Copy !req
60. - And as captain regent of...
- I don't care if you're Captain...Copy !req
61. Crunch. No, wait, Beefheart.Copy !req
62. - We had a deal.
- Kangaroo. Remember him?Copy !req
63. We pointed out every single flaw
in your cut-rate security system.Copy !req
64. And now not only
are you hiring another agency...Copy !req
65. you won't even pay ISIS...Copy !req
66. - for that security probe.
- Which means no bonuses for us.Copy !req
67. - Wait, what?
- Oh, now he cares.Copy !req
68. Those monies will go to medical care
for the palace guards they poisoned.Copy !req
69. - What?
- Lana did that.Copy !req
70. - And as for hiring ODIN...
- ODIN?Copy !req
71. - Uh, skipper, if I could jump in here.
- Trexler.Copy !req
72. Oh, Malory. Even on...
What is this, 1080p?Copy !req
73. You look just as supple...Copy !req
74. and sexy as the day
I first laid eyes on you.Copy !req
75. - Where, in a wax museum?
- Sterling!Copy !req
76. - That's no way to talk to your mother.
- Just who the hell do you think you are?Copy !req
77. - Getting ISIS blacklisted at the UN?
- Had nothing to do with that.Copy !req
78. - Embarrassing me in Berlin?
- The entire hotel was embarrassed.Copy !req
79. Stealing all my prospective clients?Copy !req
80. - Yeah.
- And no matter which way I turn...Copy !req
81. you're butting in that big, fat, strong...Copy !req
82. - aquiline nose of yours.
- Wait, what?Copy !req
83. - You said it was the nose of a Caesar.
- Ehh...Copy !req
84. Well, perhaps a lesser Caesar.Copy !req
85. No, no, now, I clearly
remember you said Augustus.Copy !req
86. - And in vino veritas.
- The Chianti was definitely flowing.Copy !req
87. - Ha, ha.
- Among other things.Copy !req
88. - Mother.
- Hmm? Oh, uh...Copy !req
89. this is the last time
you make me out a fool, Len Trexler.Copy !req
90. - You wanna play me hard?
- Phrasing.Copy !req
91. - You know I do.
- Well, then you better nut up.Copy !req
92. - Phrasing.
- Because I've swallowed just about...Copy !req
93. - as much as I can take from you.
- Hey! Phrasing!Copy !req
94. And we'll see who's smirking...Copy !req
95. when ISIS steals that diamond for real.Copy !req
96. - Oh, you're a naughty girl.
- Right, then.Copy !req
97. Commence Operation
"Rub Len Trexler's Big Fat Nose In It."Copy !req
98. - Sounds like you already have.
- You want to break back into the palace...Copy !req
99. which now has the insane
amount of security we recommended?Copy !req
100. - Plus God knows how many ODIN guys.
- Yes, so take more of that poison.Copy !req
101. And on top of that suck-salad...Copy !req
102. you wanna sprinkle on the bacon bits
of "Let's tell them we're coming"?Copy !req
103. - Well?
- Well, there's this new thing...Copy !req
104. called the element of surprise?Copy !req
105. I'm so sorry I slammed you in the gut.
Jeez, that's how Houdini died.Copy !req
106. - Houdini died of AIDS.
- No.Copy !req
107. Why do you always say that?
And that's the thing.Copy !req
108. - I want to surprise Lana...
- Well, you nailed it.Copy !req
109. So this time I need you
to not be your normal...Copy !req
110. compulsively blabby self.Copy !req
111. Wha...? When have I ever been blabby?Copy !req
112. Guess who has breast cancer.Copy !req
113. Just one of like, two dozen equally
appalling videos on your website.Copy !req
114. They're not all equally appal...Copy !req
115. - And have I blabbed about you and Cheryl?
- She keeps seducing me.Copy !req
116. And you think you can make that unhappen
if you give Lana a tiny flake of brown mica?Copy !req
117. - Cyril, look at it.
- But I spent two months' salary.Copy !req
118. - I know. But you make shit.
- Hey, I'm doing pretty well, thank you.Copy !req
119. Save that speech for the father
you continually disappoint.Copy !req
120. I'm head of HR, Cyril,
I know your take-home.Copy !req
121. Yeah, and l... I...Copy !req
122. I take home shit.Copy !req
123. Well, we all do.Copy !req
124. What's my father ever done
that's so great?Copy !req
125. School superintendent? Big whoop.Copy !req
126. There's only like 800 kids
in the entire county.Copy !req
127. K through 12!Copy !req
128. - Wow.
- I'm sorry, you were saying?Copy !req
129. I were saying, we all make shit, so,
what we should do is unionize.Copy !req
130. Yeah. I'll get the raise I deserve.Copy !req
131. - Then you can buy Lana a big-boy ring.
- She'll promptly agree to marry me.Copy !req
132. Then you take her home
to meet your dick dad.Copy !req
133. And then I shove his hawk face
right into her big brown boobs...Copy !req
134. and scream,
"Look at those babies, old man."Copy !req
135. Didn't need a varsity letter
to get those, did I?Copy !req
136. So now who's a disappoint...?"
Oh, Jesus H. Jones, Pam.Copy !req
137. What?Copy !req
138. Carol? Carol?Copy !req
139. Oh, wait. Cheryl? Cheryl.Copy !req
140. Hello?Copy !req
141. Cheryl, I swear to God...Copy !req
142. if I have to open my own
salad again I will freak out.Copy !req
143. Where the hell is everybody?Copy !req
144. Let's assume we can't access
the palace through that same skylight.Copy !req
145. - Okay.
- But maybe we overlooked an air shaft...Copy !req
146. or maybe even
some access below-grade?Copy !req
147. - So let's pull up the palace schematics.
- Uh, okay.Copy !req
148. - Maybe today, if that works for you.
- Hang on.Copy !req
149. - Let me see. How about now? Anything?
- No.Copy !req
150. - Uh, how about now?
- No.Copy !req
151. - How about now? Anything?
- No.Copy !req
152. - What are you doing there?
- I don't know.Copy !req
153. - What, are you just hitting random keys?
- Well, obviously.Copy !req
154. Aw, damn it, we... Where is the hobbit guy?Copy !req
155. - Heh. A freaking hobbit works here?
- No. He's just a...Copy !req
156. They're called little people, not hobbits.Copy !req
157. - Will you... He's a hobbit enthusiast.
- Ooh.Copy !req
158. But he also knows how to work
all the computers and satellites and shit.Copy !req
159. But even though I do all that...Copy !req
160. I gotta live with a roommate.
In Queens.Copy !req
161. - That's disgusting.
- Thanks, Bilbo. Another example...Copy !req
162. of how underpaid the ISIS
support staff really is.Copy !req
163. And I for one am fed up.Copy !req
164. Yeah, fed full of muffins and denial.Copy !req
165. What's your problem, neck bones?Copy !req
166. My problem is I remember what
Ms. Archer did to the cleaning ladies.Copy !req
167. You sure, missus? Is plenty space.Copy !req
168. No. Gracias.Copy !req
169. Okay.Copy !req
170. Ha. How's that for bread and roses?Copy !req
171. That was pretty sad.Copy !req
172. What's sad is now nobody re-stocks
the machine in the bathroom...Copy !req
173. so I have to make my own tampons.Copy !req
174. - I don't know what that is.
- That's where my yarn's going.Copy !req
175. Exactly, and so I say, no union.Copy !req
176. Yes, confederacy forever.Copy !req
177. No, wait, uh-uh. Don't listen to
the makes-her-own-tampons person.Copy !req
178. Listen to your hearts.
Because deep down...Copy !req
179. you know they're exploiting us.Copy !req
180. But if we unite, we can put a stop to it.Copy !req
181. And that supply closet
is just packed with posterboard...Copy !req
182. and markers,
and maybe even some glitter.Copy !req
183. So who's with me on that picket line?Copy !req
184. - And me.
- Really?Copy !req
185. You had me at "put."Copy !req
186. Yes, we need a sound sensor. Duh!Copy !req
187. Where is that equipment guy?
And where the hell are the jumars?Copy !req
188. Yeah, I don't know,
this was all I could find.Copy !req
189. I'm thinking goggles, yes. Shovels...Copy !req
190. I don't know how
or why we'd use them.Copy !req
191. - Ugh.
- Cheryl?Copy !req
192. - She's not in here.
- Well, why are you in here?Copy !req
193. Is the San Marino diamond in here now?Copy !req
194. It might be, for all we know.Copy !req
195. We can't find any gear we need.Copy !req
196. We've got no sat-come, no new intel...Copy !req
197. and so basically we are totally
unprepared for this mission.Copy !req
198. - Unless it involves night-shoveling.
- Well, I want that diamond.Copy !req
199. Not to mention my rapidly-approaching-
room-temperature Cobb salad, so...Copy !req
200. Damn it, where the hell are all the drones?Copy !req
201. - What do we want?
- Unfair!Copy !req
202. - When do we want it?
- Change!Copy !req
203. Okay, so they're bad chanters,
but overall this strike's shaping up.Copy !req
204. - How? Nobody knows why we're striking.
- Well, we can't say "Hey, right upstairs..."Copy !req
205. is a top-secret intelligence agency."Copy !req
206. But it looks like we're
picketing the cleaners.Copy !req
207. - No, it doesn't.
- Jesus!Copy !req
208. Stop picketing the cleaners!Copy !req
209. You were saying?Copy !req
210. - Why are people picketing the cleaners?
- I predicted this. It's curry fury.Copy !req
211. Holy shit, is that Cyril?Copy !req
212. And Pam, Krieger, Carol. All the...Copy !req
213. Drones. They're not picketing
the cleaners, they're picketing ISIS.Copy !req
214. - What's their beef?
- Oh, the same entitled crap as always.Copy !req
215. "I can't make ends meet,"
"I'm on food stamps."Copy !req
216. "My child died because I couldn't
afford new bone marrow."Copy !req
217. - Just me, me, me.
- Jesus, whose kid died?Copy !req
218. Oh, who remembers. Check Pam's blog.Copy !req
219. And done, but if you still want us
to steal you that gigantic diamond...Copy !req
220. - Well, obviously.
- We're gonna have to cross their picket line.Copy !req
221. - Screw that.
- Yeah, what's with all the bottles?Copy !req
222. It's like a trailer park Easter.Copy !req
223. Lousy commies! Go back to Quebec!Copy !req
224. Jesus. Okay, strike's over, everybody.Copy !req
225. No, hold that line. We deserve a raise...Copy !req
226. and Lana deserves a real ring, so...Copy !req
227. Okay, so let's go out the back.Copy !req
228. - Oh, my God.
- Ha, ha!Copy !req
229. - Happy Easter, Cyril.
- Lana?Copy !req
230. Oh, baby. What happened to you?Copy !req
231. - Well, see, I wanted to buy you a...
- Cyril.Copy !req
232. - This is not that moment.
- And we don't talk to management.Copy !req
233. - Or ham-fisted whores.
- What?Copy !req
234. - Hmm?
- Yeah, no, they're right.Copy !req
235. - What?
- No, not the whore part. Management.Copy !req
236. We're not technically management.Copy !req
237. But you make shitloads more than we do.Copy !req
238. Even though you totally depend on us.Copy !req
239. On you? Hey, we're out
there risking our lives every...Copy !req
240. - Many of the days.
- And so, yes, we get paid a little more.Copy !req
241. - How much a little more?
- Well, it's complicated.Copy !req
242. - No, it isn't, don't answer that.
- What with salary...Copy !req
243. performance incentives, bonuses...Copy !req
244. - Bonuses?
- Dump her, Cyril.Copy !req
245. Hey, crazy. Go macrame some tampons.Copy !req
246. Oh, you wanna hear
something crazy? Cyril...Copy !req
247. - Thank you, Pam. Now look, Lana...
- Baby, "Take Charge" Cyril...Copy !req
248. is totally doing it for me, it really is,
but we're on a vital mission here.Copy !req
249. - Vital mission?
- Not on the master clipboard.Copy !req
250. - So just how vital is it?
- It's incredibly vital.Copy !req
251. Because if they don't
steal me that huge diamond...Copy !req
252. - I will literally die.
- A diamond?Copy !req
253. - In this economy?
- You're stealing a diamond? For her?Copy !req
254. - Oh, irony.
- And the rest of you, back to work.Copy !req
255. If that salad isn't open in the next...Copy !req
256. - Get them!
- Oh, oh!Copy !req
257. - Hey, whoa.
- Stop surging.Copy !req
258. Archer, do something.Copy !req
259. I am doing something.
What are you doing?Copy !req
260. Lana, out the back. Move.Copy !req
261. Hey, Cyril.Copy !req
262. Cyril.Copy !req
263. - Cyril!
- What?Copy !req
264. - I'm saving Lana. As usual.
- Hey, shut up.Copy !req
265. - Freaking ODIN. I can't believe this.
- How many are there?Copy !req
266. - About a jillion.
- Damn it.Copy !req
267. - A jillion gay little copycats.
- What?Copy !req
268. I didn't invent the turtleneck, Lana.Copy !req
269. But I was the first to recognize
its potential as a tactical garment.Copy !req
270. - The tactical turtleneck, Lana.
- Archer.Copy !req
271. The Tactleneck.Copy !req
272. - Can you please focus?
- Not really.Copy !req
273. Don't think these goggles
were properly calibrated.Copy !req
274. Ditto the sound sensor.
And the stupid code-cloner.Copy !req
275. All the gear those sweaty
tech-dweebs normally... Oh!Copy !req
276. - Do we take the drones for granted?
- No. No, no, Lana.Copy !req
277. Do not make this about them.Copy !req
278. No, no, no. That is utterly unacceptable.Copy !req
279. - It's just a cost-of-living adjustment.
- It's strong-arm robbery.Copy !req
280. Come on, Ms. Archer.
You've been in there ten hours.Copy !req
281. Meet us halfway,
and Krieger will let you out of there.Copy !req
282. - Or else he'll crank up the heat again.
- I love...Copy !req
283. - that you know how to do that.
- And I love that I have an erection...Copy !req
284. that didn't involve homeless people.Copy !req
285. And you're cool with Krieger
shucking your side-corn?Copy !req
286. Yeah, that is a huge win-win for me.Copy !req
287. You hear that, Ms. Archer?Copy !req
288. We're all on board
for the big win-win out here.Copy !req
289. Well, I'm not. Do your worst, Krieger.Copy !req
290. - Okay.
- Oh, my God, yes.Copy !req
291. Yes, go ahead. Crank up the heat.Copy !req
292. I'm as naked as the day I was born.Copy !req
293. - Oh, yes.
- That is not something...Copy !req
294. - Naked or not.
- Well, don't keep saying it.Copy !req
295. You can't stay in there forever.Copy !req
296. Ha! I'll outlast you.
I'm naked and I've got half a lime...Copy !req
297. and almost...Copy !req
298. Nearly two-thirds of a half-gallon of...Copy !req
299. - Shit.
- Now we got her.Copy !req
300. Ha! I'll suck it straight
off this grimy linoleum...Copy !req
301. before I give in to you belly-achers.Copy !req
302. - You've got nothing!
- No code-cloner, no GPS. Argh!Copy !req
303. - We've got no thermal imaging.
- Lana...Copy !req
304. - we don't need gadgets.
- Really?Copy !req
305. Machines are gonna fail.
Then the system's gonna fail...Copy !req
306. and then it's
"Who has the ability to survive?"Copy !req
307. And that's the game, Lana. Survival.Copy !req
308. Just watched Deliverance again, huh?Copy !req
309. I mean, is Burt Reynolds
not the man in that?Copy !req
310. On the raft? With the vest?Copy !req
311. - Huh? You know he did all his own stunts.
- I know!Copy !req
312. - Shh!
- He did his own stunts!Copy !req
313. Keep your freaking voice... Aah!Copy !req
314. God! Sweet Jesus, the goggles!Copy !req
315. Intruders. Get them.Copy !req
316. - Aah, Lana! Lana, I'm blind. I'm blind.
- Yeah? Should I go on without you?Copy !req
317. What? No, carry me, monster-hands.Copy !req
318. Ow, ow, ow!Copy !req
319. Jesus. Quit bouncing my eyes.Copy !req
320. Shut up. I'm trying to get us
an evac but nobody's answer...Copy !req
321. Oh, holy shit, are they still on strike?Copy !req
322. Hey, Eugene Debs,
it's only been about ten hours.Copy !req
323. - All right?
- So you'd rather die in there...Copy !req
324. than give us a cost-of-living
adjustment?Copy !req
325. - Yes.
- Well, I can arrange that.Copy !req
326. Crunch!Copy !req
327. I love that you know how to do that.Copy !req
328. Well, now you're trapped. Happy?Copy !req
329. - Yes.
- Ugh! Laundry.Copy !req
330. Oh, wait, are we open?Copy !req
331. What? Sir, you have to slow...Copy !req
332. Jeezy Petes, get a load of this guy.Copy !req
333. We're taking heavy
fire and we need an extraction, dumb-ass!Copy !req
334. Lana?Copy !req
335. - Ha! She thought you were a man.
- Shut up. Cyril, baby...Copy !req
336. we're pinned down, okay?
We need a... Aah!Copy !req
337. - Lana!
- What's going on?Copy !req
338. We need evac. A helo, a jump-jet.Copy !req
339. At this point, really anything.Copy !req
340. - Don't just stand there, idiots.
- Yeah, come on. Get them out of there.Copy !req
341. Uh, we need the sat-com link to do that.Copy !req
342. - So?
- So it's upstairs.Copy !req
343. And, uh, someone broke the elevator.Copy !req
344. And Miss Fire Hazard in there
bricked up the only stairwell.Copy !req
345. Don't talk to me about fire hazards.Copy !req
346. - All you people did in there was smoke.
- Oh, God, I'm hit.Copy !req
347. - Lana!
- Will somebody please do something?Copy !req
348. - Like what, Cyril? I'm blind.
- No, us. Here.Copy !req
349. - Oh.
- Krieger, Bilbo.Copy !req
350. Come on,
can't you guys do something?Copy !req
351. Wha...? No.Copy !req
352. Oh, wait, I meant yes.Copy !req
353. Roger that, Zebra-Two. Stand by.Copy !req
354. Helo's 10-4, just needs you
to upload their GPS coordinates...Copy !req
355. into his HUD.Copy !req
356. Which I will do with these cell phones.Copy !req
357. Holy shit, you geeks are bad-ass.Copy !req
358. We couldn't have done it
without an electrical insulator.Copy !req
359. So thank Cyril
for the tiny brown diamond.Copy !req
360. - What?
- Wait, did we get the diamond?Copy !req
361. What? No. But Cyril,
why did you have a diamond?Copy !req
362. Oh, uh, just my ear-stud.
You know, from college.Copy !req
363. - Really?
- Called it.Copy !req
364. And, again, you do realize
it'll be totally destroyed in the process.Copy !req
365. Yes, just hurry up. Please.Copy !req
366. Okay, uploading GPS coordinates.Copy !req
367. - Wait a second.
- Damn it, we don't have a second.Copy !req
368. Lana, I'm sure we have one second.Copy !req
369. But seriously, it does sound like
we're about to be overrun, so...Copy !req
370. Get my son out of there.
What the hell are you people waiting for?Copy !req
371. - A goddamn cost-of-living adjustment.
- What?Copy !req
372. - Hey, yeah.
- No!Copy !req
373. - Krieger, this is not the time for this.
- It is exactly the time.Copy !req
374. So, what's it gonna be, you harpy?Copy !req
375. You ever wanna see your son again?Copy !req
376. Not at the number you quoted me.Copy !req
377. - Mother!
- That number is pegged...Copy !req
378. to the consumer price index.Copy !req
379. Where? The People's Republic of Canada?Copy !req
380. - Jesus, take it out of our bonuses.
- What?Copy !req
381. Mother, no, listen to me. Aah!Copy !req
382. I'm hit. I'm hit and I'm blind.Copy !req
383. Jesus, Ms. Archer, your child is dying.Copy !req
384. Oh, all right.
If they'll give up their bonuses...Copy !req
385. - Mother!
- You can have your lousy...Copy !req
386. cost-of-living adjustment.Copy !req
387. Something good's happening.Copy !req
388. And you can have your dick son back.Copy !req
389. - What's going on?
- I hear a helicopter.Copy !req
390. - Oh, yeah.
- Holy shit...Copy !req
391. - my other senses are already heightened.
- Hey, this time I saved Lana.Copy !req
392. - But... Oh, God, Pam. Two months' salary.
- Cyril.Copy !req
393. You can't put a price on good pussy.Copy !req
394. Roger that, Zebra Two.
Hey, the helo's got them. They're safe.Copy !req
395. - Hooray.
- Way to go.Copy !req
396. Then get me out of this sweat-box!Copy !req
397. Because I am officially out of gin.Copy !req
398. Oh, come on, Archer, not now, I'm serious.Copy !req
399. Hey, I'm serious!Copy !req
400. Look at me, seriously, Lana.Copy !req
401. Forget the eye bandage, but the hair,
the strong jaw line.Copy !req
402. - Who do I remind you of?
- Nobody.Copy !req
403. - Say it.
- Don't make me do that.Copy !req
404. - Say it. Say it!
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405. Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.Copy !req
406. No! Not in Deliverance.
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407. - In Gator.
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408. Right?Copy !req
409. How can you not see that?Copy !req