1.  Oh, yeah! That was for all you pinheads too
hip to take off your jackets in the 95° heat. 
			  
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2.  When the weather gets like this
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3.  and since I am a trouble magnet, I have
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4.  Here's the Sons of Thunder from their album
Scrambled Eggs and Wobbly Legs. 
			  
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5.  This is Ian the Shark on the station with
more hair, more flair, yet so debonair: KPPX. 
			  
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6.  Rebel Radio-oh-oh-oh-oh! 
			  
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7.  Hey! Hey! You've gotta check in here! 
			  
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8.  Get Security on the second floor.
We've got a bogey in elevator one. 
			  
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9.  It's that guy in the
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10.  OK, be wild. Be as wild as you wanna. 
			  
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11.  If you feel like wetting yourself, go with it,
OK? Anarchy's good. They like anarchy, OK? 
			  
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12.  - But what are we supposed to say?
- What? Don't say anything. 
			  
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13.  Jeez, do you wanna blow this? You know
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14.  - Hi.
- Oh, no. Hey, excuse me? 
			  
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15.  Mike, it's him. The wacko's back. 
			  
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16.  Yeah, I'm up here in A&R right now. 
			  
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17.  I'm not goin' anywhere. 
			  
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18.  Oh, hey, dude. 
			  
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19.  - Hey, hi. Are you an executive here?
- Yeah. 
			  
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20.  How you doin'?
My name's Chazz. Chazz Darby. 
			  
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21.  I'm in this band and we've got this incredibly
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22.  I can't take that tape from you.
It's called unsolicited material. 
			  
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23.  Hey, but this is the real thing, man. This is
rock 'n' roll. None of that gimmicky stuff. 
			  
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24.  I would love to hear it,
but if it's unsolicited, I can't touch it. 
			  
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25.  We've been trying to get solicited... 
			  
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26.  Well, then maybe a gimmick would help.
The cream always rises, OK? 
			  
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27.  Super-duper. Thanks. 
			  
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28.  All right, dude. Thanks a lot. Whoa! 
			  
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29.  You again!
You just can't learn, can you, scumbag? 
			  
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30.  Take care now. 
			  
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31.  Here's your tape. 
			  
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32.  Hey. How was your day? 
			  
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33.  Oh, Gary is a tremendous asshole. 
			  
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34.  He had this whole stack of invoices
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35.  - He's such a tweaker.
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36.  - Did you mail the rent?
- You, uh... you didn't leave me a stamp. 
			  
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37.  Well, maybe you could have
gone and bought one. 
			  
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38.  Ow! 
			  
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39.  Chazz! What the hell
happened to my make-up? 
			  
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40.  It fell in the toilet. 
			  
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41.  Shit! Babe, come on. 
			  
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42.  - I told you not to leave it on the tank.
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43.  What's this attitude, Kayla?
Know what I've been through today? 
			  
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44.  I guess you woke up
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45.  and rode your Harley up and down Melrose
impressing all the 15-year-old girls, right? 
			  
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46.  I was down at Palatine Records.
That's where I was. 
			  
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47.  Really? What happened? 
			  
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48.  I had a meeting with
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49.  What did he say? Why didn't you tell me? 
			  
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50.  Well, we talked about solicitation... 
			  
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51.  and the guy said he'd snap us up
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52.  - Did he like the tape?
- I was about to give it to him... 
			  
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53.  then a security guard showed up
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54.  - Come on.
- Please. 
			  
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55.  Hey, it's true. I'm making
really good contacts. I am. 
			  
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56.  When they hear this song they'll go apeshit.
It's just gonna take time. What's the big deal? 
			  
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57.  The "big deal" is that I'm doing the bullshit
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58.  - I wanna live the life, too.
- I'm doing this for us. 
			  
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59.  Come on, babe. You know that
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60.  I'm gonna treat you like gold. 
			  
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61.  Chazz, it's been months. 
			  
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62.  Maybe you should get a job. 
			  
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63.  This is my job. I am trying managers, record
executives, club owners. That's hard work. 
			  
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64.  You get to sit in a nice office all day
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65.  - Oh!
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66.  - Oh, my snout.
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67.  I hate you. You are nobody
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68.  You're treating me like I'm a goober
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69.  You wrote that song before you even met me. 
			  
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70.  - So?
- So you get out! 
			  
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71.  Get out now! Get lost! 
			  
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72.  - OK, OK, OK, OK. Kayla!
- Go! 
			  
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73.  - Keep going!
- Kayla! 
			  
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74.  You poser! 
			  
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75.  I always knew you were a loser! 
			  
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76.  Everyone warned me! 
			  
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77.  I hate your music! I always have! 
			  
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78.  She booted you out again, huh? 
			  
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79.  What a bitch. 
			  
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80.  I mean, that that happened. 
			  
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81.  Hey, she's gonna be jealous
in six months from now... 
			  
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82.  when we're on the cover
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83.  - Shut up.
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84.  - Rex.
- What? 
			  
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85.  I told you to stock the end caps
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86.  - Too late. I'm outta here.
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87.  Oh, be quiet. 
			  
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88.  Hey, Chazz, what's up? 
			  
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89.  - He's movin' in with us for a while.
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90.  Things are gonna happen to us no matter
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91.  You see, that's just it. You think
everything's gonna happen to you. 
			  
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92.  You gotta make it happen. 
			  
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93.  How many practices have you missed
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94.  Get in the truck, dingus. 
			  
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95.  I'll be right there. 
			  
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96.  Man, Chazz is right. All we gotta do
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97.  That's the way it is, little bro.
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98.  Man, he hustled. That's how come
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99.  Yeah, well, we got the look, man.
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100.  Yeah, we're almost there. 
			  
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101.  Chazz says once we get a contract, chicks
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102.  Cover your mouth.
You're shooting phlegm all over my ass. 
			  
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103.  Say "gesundheit". I say it for you, man. 
			  
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104.  Honey, I'm home. 
			  
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105.  - Hey, Pip, check this out.
- Oh! Oh! 
			  
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106.  The Incredible Crash Dummies. Whoo! 
			  
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107.  You must have five-fingered
most of the store by now. 
			  
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108.  Oh, man. Most of these guns
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109.  Like this Uzi water pistol.
They got rid of it cos it looked too real. 
			  
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110.  - Yo!
- Mama. 
			  
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111.  Wow. Now you got yourself
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112.  What are you doing? 
			  
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113.  Pepper sauce. Active ingredient: capsicum. 
			  
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114.  You blast this in somebody's face
and they're all like "Oh! Oh!" 
			  
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115.  Some Hollywood Boulevard trash
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116.  - Hey!
- Whoa! 
			  
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117.  Listen up, you lowlifes, what the hell
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118.  That's right. 
			  
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119.  Rock 'n' roll! 
			  
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120.  OK, we're here to party tonight... 
			  
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121.  with our little buddies... 
			  
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122.  the Sons of Thunder. 
			  
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123.  Sons of Thunder? Didn't we blow them off
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124.  So why don't all you little idiots
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125.  and blow your brains out! 
			  
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126.  Look at this crap. What do we give away
first, hats or hair-care products? 
			  
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127.  Girls, you wanna get us
a couple of drinks, please? 
			  
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128.  Ooh, serious bumper. 
			  
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129.  You wanna punch it up, Ian?
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130.  The Sons of Thunder,
for Christ's sake? Pablum. 
			  
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131.  - How can you even tell these bands apart?
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132.  First of all I'd like to say thanks to Ian
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133.  and basically getting us signed. 
			  
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134.  Is this on? 
			  
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135.  Look at them stupid pantaloons. 
			  
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136.  - That's what we gotta do.
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137.  No, they played this song on the radio, and
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138.  All we've got to do is get 'em
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139.  - This is never gonna work.
- Pip, what is your problem? 
			  
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140.  Remember that guy Doper Greg?
Remember that guy, man? 
			  
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141.  He used to blow bong hits in his iguana's
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142.  - So what? Will you shut up?
- Just get to the point. What? 
			  
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143.  He won a radio giveaway and when he went
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144.  It was like this total security building. They
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145.  So just because that anus couldn't get in
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146.  If anybody gives us any static,
I shove this in their face. 
			  
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147.  Agh! 
			  
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148.  But remember that fat kid
on Hard Copy with a toy gun? 
			  
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149.  The cop zapped him with a Taser
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150.  Then he sued for a million bucks
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151.  He's still got no hair on his balls, man. 
			  
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152.  Go to the back. 
			  
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153.  - It's locked.
- Pip, give me your bank card. 
			  
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154.  - Come on, let's go. I'll get this door open.
- Let's go, let's go, let's go. 
			  
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155.  Piece of cake. Watch this. 
			  
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156.  - What's your secret code?
- Huh? What for? 
			  
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157.  That's how these things work. 
			  
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158.  - I can't tell you my code.
- Will you tell him the code? And hurry up. 
			  
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159.  You punch it in, OK? 
			  
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160.  Please don't look. 
			  
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161.  - Hey! The thing took my card!
- Oh, shit. 
			  
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162.  All right. Stand back. 
			  
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163.  What are you doing, MacGyver? 
			  
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164.  Open it up. I'm gonna short-circuit it. 
			  
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165.  - Nah.
- We almost got in. That's too bad. Let's go. 
			  
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166.  - Hey, Pip, you quitting on us?
- The door's locked. 
			  
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167.  You flake! You don't care about this band.
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168.  - Not true.
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169.  - I always gotta tell you to put pants on.
- He's making this up! 
			  
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170.  Will you both shut up, please?
OK. You're brothers, all right? 
			  
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171.  We haven't lucked out yet. Stay here, Pip. 
			  
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172.  Agh! You got a big mouth, man! 
			  
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173.  Hey, Pip. 
			  
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174.  Oh, my God. 
			  
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175.  Pip. Pip. 
			  
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176.  Oh, my... Here. 
			  
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177.  Are you all right? Cos I'm really sorry.
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178.  - It's all right. Don't worry about it.
- I'm really sorry. I just came out and bonk! 
			  
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179.  - Hi.
- Hi. 
			  
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180.  Suzzi, caller 50 needs some tickets. 
			  
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181.  Shit. I gotta go. Bye. 
			  
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182.  Yeah! Sweetness. 
			  
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183.  Come on. 
			  
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184.  There we go. 
			  
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185.  You wanna make a change, right? Get serious
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186.  - What, Doug?
- Um, here, see. It's all there. 
			  
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187.  Coloring, razor cuts, popcorn, perms and
weaves. It brings out the rock star in you. 
			  
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188.  - Well, this is beautiful.
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189.  I may need you to come in tomorrow. 
			  
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190.  I'm cutting loose some dead weight.
There'll be a lot going on. 
			  
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191.  Oh, boy. 
			  
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192.  - What's the problem?
- Well, I've been having a little bit of, uh... 
			  
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193.  - ... itching on my... It could be hemorrhoids.
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194.  I know. It's just that I made
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195.  to get some type of cream or something. 
			  
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196.  So you're gonna leave me high and dry?
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197.  Well, I suppose I could
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198.  - And Sunday.
- Well, yeah, yeah. 
			  
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199.  Now, when are you planning
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200.  I thought I'd wait for
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201.  I mean, these things require
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202.  Sunday! Swamp motorcycle racing
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203.  The USSCA brings you the ultimate
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204.  60,000 cubic feet of
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205.  Hey. 
			  
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206.  We're a band. 
			  
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207.  Of course. The Partridge Family.
Which one of you is Laurie? 
			  
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208.  - Get out.
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209.  We were wondering if you could set us up
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210.  How did you morons get in?
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211.  We had to break in. 
			  
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212.  - This place is sealed up like a dolphin's butt.
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213.  Let me get this straight. 
			  
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214.  Um... 
			  
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215.  You guys are an unsigned band... 
			  
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216.  and you broke into the radio station
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217.  - That's about the skinny of it.
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218.  are you megastars of the future hip to? 
			  
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219.  What is your musical vibe? 
			  
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220.  - Well...
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221.  - We could play anything.
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222.  - It's more like a power slop.
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223.  There's always someone who wants to lump
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224.  This is one of the things
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225.  - I'm telling you, it is tough.
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226.  I got booted out of Palatine Records, my
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227.  Well, I'm sorry.
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228.  the kind of woman
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229.  She's not like what you'd think.
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230.  and, well, I guess what it all comes down to
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231.  I screwed up. She's been
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232.  I think I let her down,
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233.  Uh-oh, I think we're busted. 
			  
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234.  - What did I do now?
- Get these guys out. Are we still on air? 
			  
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235.  Milo, I get six minutes of talk an hour.
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236.  Get these morons off the air.
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237.  - Ease up. Somebody gave you a break once.
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238.  I say we make this an open forum.
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239.  Go ahead, Conan. Explain to Milo
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240.  I'm not pulling pud here.
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241.  and I don't know what else to say.
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242.  - How can you say no to that?
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243.  - You think you are, but you're not.
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244.  We'll see about that.
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245.  - Get your hands off me, Jackson.
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246.  Listen, you shaved ape, I could have you
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247.  You wanna get smart with me? Try it. 
			  
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248.  I will not be pushed around
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249.  I'm trash? 
			  
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250.  You think you're better than me? Huh? 
			  
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251.  - Oops.
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252.  Hey, stop squirming, pussy! 
			  
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253.  I'll fill your face so full of lead,
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254.  - Come on, Rex.
- Shut up. 
			  
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255.  - Ian, you wanna talk to these fellas?
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256.  - Say something. They like you.
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257.  Chazz, come on. 
			  
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258.  All right. You would've been cool, but then
this penis had to step in and get heavy. 
			  
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259.  All we wanna do is to
be heard, and then go. 
			  
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260.  Believe me, I understand.
Just cool it, huh? 
			  
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261.  Why don't you cut your losses?
You're in over your head. 
			  
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262.  Shut your face! Just shut your stupid face!
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263.  That's the problem with you guys. You think
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264.  - Wrong! You got Hagar slacks, a pony-nub.
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265.  - Ow!
- Hey, hey, hey. Just cool it, huh? 
			  
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266.  Hey, guys, we're all rock 'n' rollers here. 
			  
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267.  You look like half a butt-puppet that... 
			  
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268.  Do you know what it's like to be
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269.  and the only people there
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270.  Don't talk to me about rock 'n' roll!
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271.  I am rock 'n' roll! 
			  
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272.  It's guys like you and Jimmie Wing
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273.  - ... for everyone.
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274.  Come here. 
			  
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275.  Then you realize there's a million
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276.  These guys are running the industry... 
			  
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277.  and they don't know
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278.  OK. 
			  
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279.  Hello. Police. 
			  
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280.  I'll tell you what, Mr. Program-Director
Man, you put our goddamn tape on the air. 
			  
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281.  It's gonna get some airplay or
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282.  - Shit, yeah.
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283.  - Um, if we play the tape, will you go?
- That's all we need, d-cheese. 
			  
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284.  Play the thing, Milo. Do what he says. 
			  
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285.  Play it! What are you waiting for? 
			  
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286.  - Sorry about all this. Enjoy.
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287.  We can't play this tape.
We're only set up for CDs and cassettes. 
			  
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288.  We should've brought a cassette. 
			  
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289.  A cassette makes my background vocal
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290.  - God. Mr. Perfectionist.
- Quit necking. All we got was a quarter-inch. 
			  
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291.  There's gotta be a reel-to-reel.
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292.  Yeah. That's it there. 
			  
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293.  Milo, didn't I tell you
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294.  Just keep quiet and get that
reel-to-reel deck down to the booth. 
			  
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295.  Telling me to shut up now? A brother can't
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296.  Just do it, Marcus! 
			  
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297.  Damn. 
			  
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298.  White man with a gun. Same shit been
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299.  Hey, you like working here, man? 
			  
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300.  We're down, man. Hendrix was God. 
			  
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301.  You wanna take a step back?
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302.  Yeah, I seen that. Anthrax and Public
Enemy, that was outta control, man. 
			  
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303.  Together, you know. You catch that one, G? 
			  
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304.  Don't call me G. 
			  
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305.  - What do you want me to call you?
- Hey, come on. 
			  
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306.  All right, that's it. 
			  
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307.  I can't wait for you to put that gun down,
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308.  That's right. We're gonna get serious.
Mano a swine. 
			  
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309.  Hey, look, just shut
your pie hole and keep working. 
			  
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310.  Pie hole? That supposed
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311.  Come on, let's go. 
			  
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312.  Agh! 
			  
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313.  Ooh! Ooh! 
			  
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314.  You can't smoke here, babe. 
			  
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315.  Yeah? What am I doin' now? 
			  
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316.  You should put it out.
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317.  - Are you ready?
- Almost. 
			  
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318.  OK, give us a real nice intro. 
			  
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319.  And don't say anything about us
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320.  - OK, who are you guys?
- My name's Pip. 
			  
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321.  - The band. The band name.
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322.  - He doesn't wear a helmet, does he?
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323.  "The Lone Rangers." That's original. 
			  
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324.  - How can you pluralize "The Lone Ranger"?
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325.  Well, there's three of you.
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326.  Shouldn't you be The Three Rangers? 
			  
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327.  I've no idea what you're saying right now. 
			  
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328.  - You lost me.
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329.  Yeah, forget it. Come on, just play it. 
			  
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330.  Listen up, guppies, Ian the Shark is back
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331.  I've got goose bumps, frankly. 
			  
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332.  For the first time ever,
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333.  here's that hit single
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334.  - Turn it off! Come on, man.
- What did you do? What you doing? 
			  
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335.  - Tonto must have loaded the tape in wrong.
- Hey, your machine dilapitatled it, man. 
			  
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336.  Hey! 
			  
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337.  Oh, what? Hey! Oh! 
			  
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338.  - Hey, that's my jacket!
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339.  Please! 
			  
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340.  - Oh, man. The demo's wasted.
- What are we gonna do now? 
			  
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341.  Run! 
			  
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342.  It's the inbreeding. 
			  
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343.  Go! Go! Go! 
			  
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344.  - Man.
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345.  I don't know. I don't know.
OK. Look, maybe they're just on patrol. 
			  
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346.  All right, we didn't do nothing, right? 
			  
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347.  - What?
- You go. 
			  
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348.  You guys suck. 
			  
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349.  Everything's all right. It's cool. 
			  
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350.  Let me in! Let me in! 
			  
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351.  I don't wanna go to jail. I'm fragile. 
			  
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352.  Go! 
			  
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353.  Argh! 
			  
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354.  Shit! We're surrounded. 
			  
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355.  Why don't we give ourselves up?
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356.  They'll cart us off
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357.  - Well, you didn't have to break out the gun.
- They wouldn't play the tape. 
			  
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358.  - You didn't have to do that!
- Shut up. 
			  
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359.  - You shut up!
- Both of you shut up! 
			  
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360.  If we go outside, we get roped.
We stay and figure it out. 
			  
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361.  Excuse me? 
			  
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362.  - Oh, jeez.
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363.  We round everyone up, put 'em in the station
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364.  What was she on the Clydesdale scale? 
			  
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365.  Yeah, that's where you gotta figure how many
Clydesdales it'd take to tear her off your face. 
			  
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366.  Later. Let's go. 
			  
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367.  I knew from looking at him
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368.  A big fat media bomb! 
			  
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369.  They're gonna be all over the news now. 
			  
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370.  Time magazine, Larry King Live. 
			  
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371.  If the song's in English,
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372.  Come on, come on, let's go. 
			  
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373.  Hi again. 
			  
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374.  Hi. 
			  
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375.  Hey, hey, you guys think
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376.  Cos if you are, pop Milo first.
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377.  Uh-huh? Go. 
			  
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378.  Perhaps it won't be long
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379.  Argh! 
			  
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380.  Argh! 
			  
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381.  All right, everybody on
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382.  Do you mind if I sit in a chair?
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383.  - Uh, yeah.
- Thank you. 
			  
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384.  If she doesn't sit on the floor,
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385.  You heard the man.
Hit the deck or I smoke you. 
			  
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386.  Sit down on the floor now! Everybody else
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387.  Are we... are we still on the air? 
			  
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388.  - Have you made contact?
- No. One guy came out, but he went back in. 
			  
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389.  Have Dispatch give us their number.
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390.  - You getting this, Wilson?
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391.  I know the procedure. 
			  
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392.  - Could I get something to eat, man?
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393.  Hey, Chazz. Chazz. 
			  
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394.  What? 
			  
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395.  - Why is everyone staring at me?
- That guy says he's hungry. 
			  
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396.  Who gives a shit?
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397.  KPPX, where the action never stops. 
			  
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398.  Oh, hi. 
			  
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399.  Well, there's three psychotic musicians
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400.  I have no idea. 
			  
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401.  The leader? Hold on. 
			  
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402.  It's the police. 
			  
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403.  They wanna talk to you. 
			  
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404.  He doesn't wanna talk. 
			  
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405.  What am I supposed to do, beg him?
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406.  OK, fine. 
			  
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407.  He wants you to go out and talk to him. 
			  
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408.  Bag that. What for? 
			  
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409.  He wants to know your demands
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410.  - Oh, my God!
- Demands? What's he mean by "hostages"? 
			  
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411.  I've got a reality check for you, curly.
What you're doing is a felony, maybe worse. 
			  
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412.  - What are your demands?
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413.  OK. Come here, come here. 
			  
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414.  - What do we need?
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415.  I'm warning you. Don't bring Chazz down! 
			  
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416.  Thank you, Rex. 
			  
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417.  All right. Now, what do we want? 
			  
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418.  Uh, Chazz? 
			  
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419.  I like your hair. 
			  
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420.  - What's that?
- My name's Suzzi, with two z's. 
			  
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421.  - Oh, hi.
- Hi. 
			  
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422.  So you, like, answer the phones
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423.  Mm-hm. Yeah, for, like, six hours a day. 
			  
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424.  Oh, what a drag, huh? 
			  
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425.  I understand you're trying to make a
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426.  Hey, come on, you know where
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427.  All right, but can we move this along?
Now, why did you come here? 
			  
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428.  I came here for a lousy three minutes
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429.  Fine. Now there's cops outside with guns,
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430.  - Uh, yeah.
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431.  So, there's only one thing that you can do. 
			  
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432.  Get the other copy of the demo. 
			  
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433.  Yeah! 
			  
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434.  Rex! 
			  
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435.  Bastard! 
			  
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436.  You called on the phone,
but we're not at home. 
			  
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437.  Leave a message for Chazz. We'll
call you back soon, so don't have a spaz! 
			  
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438.  Come on, come on.
Stay back now! Back there! 
			  
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439.  Hold it! Hold it! 
			  
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440.  I want you to control this crowd. 
			  
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441.  If they give you any trouble,
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442.  Technically I can't do that, Sergeant.
The Civilian Review... 
			  
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443.  I know what the Civilian Review Committee
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444.  Listen, when you're in the line of fire you
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445.  You don't break the law but occasionally you
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446.  Yes, sir. 
			  
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447.  Cover me. 
			  
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448.  Get your hands up over your head.
Get down on the pavement! Get down! 
			  
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449.  - What the f...
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450.  What? 
			  
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451.  You men, back off. Get back,
goddammit! Put those guns down! 
			  
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452.  It's OK. You can get up when...
Goddammit, get back! 
			  
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453.  What the hell is this?
You invited me to come out! 
			  
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454.  You surprised us. I'm Sergeant O'Malley.
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455.  - What's your name?
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456.  Nobody's gonna hurt you. Everybody OK? 
			  
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457.  - They're all fine. My name's Chazz.
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458.  Tell me what I can do
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459.  - You gotta find my tape.
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460.  It's a demo tape. We wanna
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461.  You wanna play this tape on the radio,
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462.  Right. The machine inside ate the original.
My girlfriend's got the only other copy. 
			  
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463.  - Give me her number. I'll call her.
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464.  - You're gonna have to find her.
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465.  I don't know. Try the Strip somewhere.
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466.  She's... 
			  
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467.  She's totally pissed at me, but... 
			  
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468.  Is that her? She's a... real looker. 
			  
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469.  Yeah. 
			  
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470.  Why don't black people like me? 
			  
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471.  - Excuse me?
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472.  and I know how angry black people are. 
			  
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473.  And I feel bad for all you guys
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474.  Well, that's very nice of you. 
			  
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475.  How about when you go into a store
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476.  like you're gonna rob the place and
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477.  That's never happened.
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478.  Ah, no, but I'm just saying
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479.  Look at Chazz doing his thing. 
			  
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480.  Listen, Chazz... 
			  
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481.  this is gonna take some time, OK? 
			  
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482.  You have to send out one of the hostages just
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483.  All right, fine. You have
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484.  It's more like power slop but with an edge. 
			  
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485.  OK. The cops are going to get Kayla. 
			  
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486.  I cut a deal with them.
We've gotta send one person out. 
			  
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487.  Please. 
			  
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488.  I'll go. 
			  
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489.  - A hostage, doof.
- Sorry. 
			  
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490.  But not me, man. It's just too cool. 
			  
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491.  Why don't we let Yvonne go, man?
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492.  Wait a minute. I don't see why you
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493.  Well, it's kind of sexist, don't you think? 
			  
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494.  I mean, we could draw straws. 
			  
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495.  - We could...
- OK. 
			  
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496.  Yvonne, go. You'll be home
in time for The Simpsons. 
			  
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497.  Stay strong, sister. 
			  
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498.  Congratulations. 
			  
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499.  Hey, butterball, I think you're exceeding
the maximum weight limit for that belt. 
			  
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500.  Wilson, get over here! 
			  
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501.  I'm sending out a sweep of Sunset Strip for the
girlfriend. I want you there to supervise. 
			  
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502.  Whoa. 
			  
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503.  Oh, God. Oh, God. 
			  
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504.  Oh, God. Oh, God. 
			  
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505.  Argh! 
			  
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506.  - Whoa, look, we got fans.
- I didn't know that many people knew us. 
			  
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507.  Hey, hold this. Thanks. 
			  
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508.  Hey! 
			  
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509.  - I'm gonna miss Yvonne.
- Let me tell you something. 
			  
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510.  Don't chitchat with them.
They're not buddies. They're hostages. 
			  
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511.  I was trying to be nice. 
			  
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512.  I know, but then every time you tell
somebody to get on the floor... 
			  
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513.  they're gonna be like "Even me, Pip?
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514.  You gotta scare these people.
Practice. Just try it. 
			  
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515.  I just feel a little goofy trying
to be a badass with a water pistol. 
			  
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516.  They don't know that. They think it's real.
Now show me what you got. Come on. 
			  
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517.  OK. Get over there, please. Thank you. 
			  
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518.  What are you, a crack baby?
Give me that. I'll show you. 
			  
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519.  All right. 
			  
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520.  Hey, you! You shut your mouth,
you bastard... 
			  
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521.  or I'll stab your eyeballs out
and piss all over your brain! 
			  
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522.  It's gonna be a slaughterhouse, with bodies
flying through the air like dolls on fire! 
			  
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523.  Oh, my God. 
			  
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524.  - OK?
- OK, all right. Thank you. 
			  
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525.  - All right, against the wall.
- Come on, tough, tough! 
			  
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526.  - Seriously, move it.
- I'm not scared, Pip. Come on. 
			  
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527.  - I'm gonna stab your heads off.
- With what? With what? 
			  
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528.  - With my dick!
- Yeah! 
			  
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529.  Yeah! Blood's gonna come
out of your head... 
			  
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530.  and there's nothing you can do
about it cos I'm a madman! 
			  
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531.  - That's good.
- It kinda hurt my throat. 
			  
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532.  Come on, come on, move, move. 
			  
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533.  Shit! Here comes the cavalry. 
			  
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534.  So she boots me out of my own house
and now I'm at the motor lodge. 
			  
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535.  12 years of marriage and devotion
down the tubes. 
			  
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536.  - Hello, O'Malley.
- They called you too soon. It's solved itself. 
			  
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537.  Good, cos I'm taking over the interior
perimeter. You and your boys can fall back. 
			  
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538.  Like hell you are. Didn't you hear?
We don't have a situation. 
			  
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539.  Well, what do you call
an office full of hostages? 
			  
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540.  Mace, I'm in the middle of negotiations... 
			  
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541.  and until I decide there are no options,
you don't use force. 
			  
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542.  Well, OK, O'Malley. 
			  
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543.  It's your show. 
			  
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544.  - Hello?
- Hello. 
			  
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545.  - May I help you, sir?
- Hello. 
			  
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546.  Please could you put me through to someone
on the scene. I don't have much time. 
			  
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547.  Oh, Christ. 
			  
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548.  Looks like you got your hands full,
Mr. Hostage Negotiator. 
			  
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549.  Let's go. 
			  
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550.  I want those media people back.
Come on! Move it! Get it back! 
			  
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551.  - Dispatch has another call from inside.
- Swell. 
			  
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552.  Listen, you sick sack of swill,
if you hurt one single... 
			  
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553.  - I don't have much time.
- What? Who is this? 
			  
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554.  Doug Beech. I work at the radio station. 
			  
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555.  - Speak up, Beech. Are they molesting you?
- No, I'm hiding in the air-cooling system. 
			  
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556.  They don't know that I'm here. 
			  
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557.  I want you to do something
but I can't let you put yourself at risk. 
			  
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558.  - What?
- You got any kind of training? 
			  
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559.  - I was in the merchant marines.
- Yeah, I copy that. 
			  
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560.  - Get them away from the van.
- I was an accountant. 
			  
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561.  Nah, you won't be held accountable. 
			  
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562.  Listen, I want you to be my man inside. 
			  
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563.  This is what I want you to do, Beech. I
want you to check in with me periodically. 
			  
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564.  I want you to talk to me directly
and me only. I have a number for you. 
			  
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565.  Check it out. Come on in. 
			  
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566.  - I'm gonna clip us some Cs, dude.
- Sweet. 
			  
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567.  We've got these guys by the short curlies.
We could demand free stuff from the cops. 
			  
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568.  What am I talking about? There's
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569.  As long as we're here
let's hear decent jams. 
			  
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570.  Oh, yeah! This is the real Rebel Radio. 
			  
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571.  The voice of the resistance:
this is Chazz speaking. Yo! 
			  
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572.  Shit, man, you guys oughta to have fun. 
			  
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573.  You can't cuss on the air. 
			  
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574.  Hey, look at all the stuff we found.
There's $5,000 worth of backstage passes. 
			  
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575.  - You guys scored.
- Can I bogart one of these? 
			  
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576.  You've gotta see this. We've got CDs,
we've got T-shirts, we've got... 
			  
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577.  Oh, what have we here? 
			  
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578.  Those sound like concert tickets to me.
What do you say we take a few calls? 
			  
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579.  You're on the air. 
			  
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580.  Ooh, let's turn down your radio, asshole. 
			  
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581.  I'm sorry. I wanna talk
to the guy with the gun. 
			  
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582.  I just said you're on the air,
numbnuts. So talk already. 
			  
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583.  I want some tickets to that show with
Penelope Lovestocking and Crimson Shroud. 
			  
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584.  Oh, man, you actually listen
to that Seattle bullshit? 
			  
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585.  - Shroud rips, dude.
- All right, bro, no problem. 
			  
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586.  You gotta come down because
we've got free tickets to give away... 
			  
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587.  but we are completely surrounded by
cops. We need some feedback here. Go. 
			  
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588.  - You're on the air.
- Whoa, am I on the air? 
			  
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589.  - Come on, Butt-head, give me the phone.
- Am I speaking English, dipshit? 
			  
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590.  - Come on, Butt-head! No way.
- Shut up, Beavis. 
			  
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591.  - So what do you guys want?
- You guys are, like, The Lone Rangers, right? 
			  
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592.  - Yeah.
- We saw you at The Wheel Well last month. 
			  
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593.  - You suck.
- Come down here and say that, you punks! 
			  
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594.  - Yeah, you can kiss my ass.
- Why don't you make the chicks get naked? 
			  
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595.  Usual crop of retards. 
			  
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596.  Hey, guys, you're on TV. 
			  
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597.  A band of failed musicians lashing out
at the society that won't listen to them. 
			  
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598.  Their target, the only capitalist edifice
their MTV-soaked minds recognize: 
			  
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599.  - a rock 'n' roll radio station.
- Oh, man. This is complete bullshit. 
			  
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600.  and I quote: "White urban males
are the least likely to elicit tears... 
			  
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601.  from a city already beleaguered
by people with real problems." 
			  
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602.  - The mayor is on holiday...
- I'd like to croak that bitch. 
			  
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603.  Mace, we have contact with the man inside. 
			  
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604.  - Beech, is that you?
- They've got six hostages. 
			  
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605.  - It's three weirdos with Uzis.
- Outstanding, Beech. 
			  
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606.  You just keep your eyes open
and your tail down. 
			  
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607.  Have you got any personnel at home
you want me to call, like a wife? 
			  
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608.  No, no, I don't even have a home.
I've got a condo. 
			  
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609.  Listen, I guess I've just tried
to wait to meet the right woman. 
			  
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610.  I guess I should have waited longer myself.
Let me tell you about the shrew I married. 
			  
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611.  I used to come home tired every night,
sometimes five or six in the morning. 
			  
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612.  I dropped my underwear
on the floor one time... 
			  
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613.  had a teeny-weeny little skid mark in it.
You'd have thought I started World War Nine. 
			  
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614.  - There you go.
- Thank you. 
			  
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615.  You've really great arms.
You should show them off. 
			  
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616.  How does he do that? 
			  
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617.  Pip? He gets his hands
on more bumper than a body shop. 
			  
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618.  With that "I seem so stupid
I must be cute" routine? 
			  
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619.  That's the quiet cool.
Chicks, man, they just flock on it. 
			  
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620.  Man, you got hot CDs here and I never hear
them. Why don't you ever play these guys? 
			  
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621.  That's Milo's call. Why don't we play 'em? 
			  
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622.  If they're so hot, how come
they're not tearing up the charts, babe? 
			  
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623.  Cos you never play 'em, babe. You suck. 
			  
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624.  - What do you think, Ian?
- To tell you the truth, I stick to the classics. 
			  
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625.  Rock 'n' roll's been all downhill
since Lennon died. 
			  
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626.  My whole life, people have been cramming
this classic-rock crap down my throat. 
			  
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627.  Think I give a shit about the Beatles? 
			  
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628.  No offense, but today's music
doesn't have a whole lot to say. 
			  
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629.  Is that right? So you're gonna tell me
that "Purple Haze" says something? 
			  
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630.  Hey, Ian, man, wait till
you hear our stuff. We kick ass. 
			  
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631.  Swell. Yeah, I can't wait
to hear your brilliant song. 
			  
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632.  Beats the shit out of the fruity music
you listen to, tough guy. 
			  
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633.  He's got himself a whole crate of
Kenny G CDs and you're talking trash? 
			  
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634.  A crate of CDs? 
			  
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635.  He's got a stockpile of easy-listening
shit-shingles in his office. 
			  
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636.  You don't even listen to music. What
are you doing with a whole crate of CDs? 
			  
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637.  Those are free promos.
I use 'em as stocking stuffers. 
			  
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638.  It's the middle of July! 
			  
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639.  Aloha out there in radio land.
This is Oedipus Rex on WKPP-Rex... 
			  
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640.  comin' at ya,
smooth-talking DJ terrorist. 
			  
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641.  These guys rule.
You're gonna hear some new shit. 
			  
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642.  There's a box of that crap right there. 
			  
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643.  Yeah, dude. 
			  
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644.  Blonde, wearing something tight and black. 
			  
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645.  Great. Grand. Wonderful. 
			  
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646.  Come on, fellas. Let's
put a sock in it, OK? 
			  
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647.  What the hell are these? 
			  
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648.  They're shorts, Ian.
You know, pants with little legs? 
			  
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649.  And this? 
			  
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650.  Hey, I don't have
to explain myself to you, man. 
			  
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651.  - Come here.
- What? I'm right here. 
			  
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652.  Speak to me. What's goin' down? 
			  
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653.  OK, um... 
			  
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654.  We're changing formats. 
			  
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655.  Sunday at midnight
the station goes soft rock. 
			  
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656.  - Rebel Radio's goin' soft?
- We're changing our name to The Rain. 
			  
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657.  You know, "Relax to the mellow
sounds of The Rain on KPPX." 
			  
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658.  That, and we're being forced to re-staff. 
			  
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659.  - You pud!
- All those blow jobs for nothing. 
			  
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660.  You're firing me, you little
snake-in-the-grass bastard? 
			  
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661.  Where do you get the balls to fire me? 
			  
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662.  This was handed down from above, Ian!
I fought this kicking and screaming! 
			  
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663.  You've just begun to kick and scream,
you sniveling putz. I'll kill you! 
			  
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664.  - Agh!
- A fight! 
			  
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665.  - Yeah!
- Ooh! Ow, my spine! 
			  
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666.  You're Kayla! 
			  
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667.  I need to talk to you about Chazz Darby. 
			  
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668.  If Chazz needs any bail money,
you can just tell him to forget it. 
			  
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669.  Look, there's a situation down at Rebel
Radio. I'm gonna need to take you in. 
			  
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670.  Look, Chazz says you've got a tape. 
			  
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671.  Please! 
			  
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672.  Hey, check out Barney Fife. 
			  
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673.  Don't you think you're
out of your league, chunk-style? 
			  
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674.  Look, I don't wanna have
to bring you boys in on a 148. 
			  
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675.  That's obstruction. 
			  
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676.  Now what are you gonna do about that? 
			  
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677.  Ow! 
			  
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678.  Improvise. 
			  
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679.  So she says to me "He was only
cleaning the pool filter, Sniggles." 
			  
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680.  And I'm thinking to myself "It's 7 PM, he's
in dungarees and his equipment is bone-dry." 
			  
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681.  Pool filter, my ass! 
			  
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682.  Thing is, she could have left me for a
plastic surgeon, but a lousy pool cleaner? 
			  
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683.  Kayla, if you're listening,
I really need that demo tape. 
			  
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684.  You gotta get it to the station. 
			  
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685.  Dammit. 
			  
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686.  Shoo, dog. Oh, shoo! 
			  
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687.  Ugh. 
			  
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688.  Now stay. 
			  
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689.  Uh, 67 copies of Moby-Dick. 
			  
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690.  - The movie or the book?
- They made a book out of that? 
			  
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691.  - Yeah, I think so.
- Yeah, get the book. 
			  
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692.  - What are you guys doing?
- We're taking the cops up on those demands. 
			  
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693.  - We've got a killer list.
- Yeah. We ask for airplay and whatever else... 
			  
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694.  then we demand a bunch of weird stuff
so we can plead insanity later. 
			  
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695.  - Where did this come from?
- Pip's idea. 
			  
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696.  Way to go, Pip. 
			  
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697.  You guys are crazy, man. 
			  
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698.  You're all whoo-hoo and shit. 
			  
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699.  - So, what else we got so far?
- Number one: airplay, underlined twice. 
			  
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700.  Number two:
a helmet filled with cottage cheese. 
			  
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701.  Number three: a Zon walnut bass
with a graphite neck. 
			  
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702.  - Thank you.
- Hey! What about me? 
			  
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703.  - Go for broke. It's on the LAPD.
- Oh. 
			  
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704.  - I want a PRS Guitar with the dragon inlay.
- Nice. 
			  
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705.  I'm coming, you bastard. 
			  
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706.  Number 13: naked pictures of Bea Arthur. 
			  
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707.  - Excuse me?
- The chick from The Golden Girls. 
			  
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708.  Look, I know who she is. I'm just a street
cop. How am I supposed to find all this stuff? 
			  
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709.  A giant baby bottle? Give me a break. 
			  
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710.  You better figure it out,
or it's curtains for everyone. 
			  
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711.  Oh yeah, and we want a record contract, so
let's get some record executive here pronto. 
			  
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712.  - What?
- Why'd you ask for a record contract? 
			  
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713.  - That's what we want.
- You don't demand one from the cops. 
			  
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714.  It's gotta come unsolicited. 
			  
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715.  - What's unsolicited?
- Forget it. Just forget it. 
			  
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716.  What did I do? I'm just yankin' the guy. 
			  
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717.  It's one thing to goof around but we do have
a serious agenda here. Are you with that? 
			  
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718.  - Yeah, I'm with that.
- Good. 
			  
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719.  Moody. 
			  
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720.  Pip? 
			  
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721.  What are you thinking about? 
			  
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722.  Swimming pools. 
			  
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723.  - Swimming pools, huh?
- Yeah. I wish I was in one right now. 
			  
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724.  The water's all clear and cool,
and you spin around in there like an egg. 
			  
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725.  Do you have a girlfriend? 
			  
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726.  Mm-mm. 
			  
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727.  No? 
			  
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728.  It's kind of weird us
meeting like this, huh? 
			  
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729.  I don't know. 
			  
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730.  - We got that background check in.
- Yeah, let me see this. 
			  
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731.  "Chazz Darby, born Jerkwater, Iowa.
Real name: Chester Ogilvie." 
			  
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732.  DMV says his occupation
is master of ceremonies. 
			  
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733.  - Arrests?
- Just two tickets for helmet violation. 
			  
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734.  Just another small-town punk
comin' out west to be a star. 
			  
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735.  - Anything else?
- Yeah. The local PD just faxed us his picture. 
			  
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736.  Chester. 
			  
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737.  I'm giving you the same rate
as everybody else. 
			  
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738.  I know it's steep, but think
how many people will listen. 
			  
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739.  This is primo advertising. 
			  
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740.  Yo, scumbag,
are you selling ads on our airtime? 
			  
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741.  Hold on a second, Brad. 
			  
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742.  D'you mind? I've got a station to run here. 
			  
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743.  Yeah, I'm back. If the cops kill him before
the spot runs, you'll get a complete refund. 
			  
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744.  Oh! Uh, Brad. 
			  
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745.  You just hung up on an important man. 
			  
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746.  Agh! 
			  
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747.  Oh. 
			  
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748.  Help. 
			  
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749.  D'you find anything in that van? Drugs? 
			  
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750.  Nah, just some toys and
a bunch of pool-cleaning gear. 
			  
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751.  Pool-cleaning gear?
Give me that damn phone. 
			  
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752.  What? A gun! 
			  
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753.  Affirmative. These cowboys
are more dangerous than I thought. 
			  
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754.  Work your way up the vent ducts to the
roof. Two of my men will meet you there. 
			  
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755.  - Yeah, but a gun?
- Mace out. 
			  
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756.  Can I ask you something?
What's with you guys and these tattoos? 
			  
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757.  Check it out. I got this barbed wire here. 
			  
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758.  A gecko. And this one is so cool. 
			  
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759.  It's, uh... the Grim Reaper. See? 
			  
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760.  I'm gonna get some more cash and probably
color it in or put some chaps on it. 
			  
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761.  You know, I can understand "Mom"
or "I Heart Wanda", but why the Reaper? 
			  
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762.  Well, it's like death is stalking me... 
			  
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763.  and it's telling me I better get
off my ass and get this band rolling. 
			  
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764.  This is for real. I gotta cut a record. 
			  
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765.  I figure I'm screwed up enough that I could
write a song that'll live on for ever... 
			  
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766.  and then after that it don't matter. 
			  
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767.  You know? 
			  
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768.  OK, kiddies, listen up because this is
Ian the Shark's final night at KPPX. 
			  
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769.  Special unscheduled announcement:
effective Monday, this station goes... 
			  
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770.  easy listening. 
			  
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771.  We're having a big
farewell party tonight... 
			  
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772.  so come on down! 
			  
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773.  As part of our final hurrah
we have a special segment: 
			  
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774.  "Getting To Know Your Armed Assailant." 
			  
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775.  Now we have Chazz Darby here. 
			  
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776.  Now, Chazz, you say
all you wanna do is be heard. 
			  
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777.  Well, you've got the whole world listening.
What have you got to say? 
			  
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778.  Well, I guess all we have to say
is that we wanna be heard. 
			  
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779.  Yeah, well, we've kind of
established that. What else? 
			  
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780.  Um... 
			  
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781.  Hey, man, you can't
be putting me on the spot. 
			  
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782.  You want him to make a speech?
Who does he look like, Sting? 
			  
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783.  OK, you've sold out the Forum, you're
standing in front of 20,000 screaming fans. 
			  
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784.  - What are you gonna say to 'em?
- I'm gonna say... 
			  
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785.  rock 'n' roll! 
			  
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786.  Warp speed, Mr. Sulu! 
			  
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787.  Yeah. 
			  
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788.  That's it? You'll scream "Rock 'n' roll"?
You're gonna go to jail for that? 
			  
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789.  There's a saying, Milo:
"If it's too loud, you're too old." 
			  
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790.  - Where are you goin'?
- You mind if I take a pee, man? 
			  
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791.  Good luck. 
			  
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792.  Don't forget to shake. 
			  
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793.  Milo. 
			  
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794.  What are you doing, you little buttnut? 
			  
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795.  Milo, Milo, Milo. 
			  
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796.  Milo! 
			  
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797.  - Open the door, Milo.
- Quiet. 
			  
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798.  I said open the door, Milo. 
			  
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799.  - What was that?
- I don't know. 
			  
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800.  - Don't yell at me, Milo.
- You're screwing on a $1,400 leather couch! 
			  
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801.  You're so rude! You don't just
burst in here without knocking. 
			  
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802.  - If there is one stain on that couch...
- You'll what? 
			  
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803.  Fire me? Well, guess what? I quit! 
			  
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804.  Oh, don't. I don't want you to lose your
job over this. Milo, this was my bust. 
			  
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805.  - A screamfest... Oh, Pip.
- Get your filthy shoes off my furniture! 
			  
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806.  - Suzzi, you can leave right now.
- No, I can't, because I'm a hostage... 
			  
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807.  and Pip is my... 
			  
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808.  Pip is my man with a gun. 
			  
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809.  - And he says I get to stay. Right, Pip?
- Sorry, dude. 
			  
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810.  Pip, put the monster away. 
			  
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811.  Oh, now what? 
			  
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812.  - All right, everybody back to the booth.
- Argh! 
			  
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813.  Oh, please, no. Don't do this. I can't
take it, man. My aunt was buried alive! 
			  
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814.  - Give it a rest.
- Not in the closet! 
			  
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815.  - What are they doing?
- Messin' with our heads. 
			  
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816.  Chazz! Chazz. Guys. 
			  
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817.  - Hey, Chazz, let me in.
- Keep an eye on him, Pip. 
			  
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818.  Chazz. Hey, guys. Chazz, let me in. 
			  
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819.  - Who are you?
- Chris Moore, Capitol Records. Let me in. 
			  
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820.  - I told you, man. Things are going our way.
- Take a few steps back from the door! 
			  
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821.  And toss me some ID. 
			  
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822.  - OK, here.
- How'd you find us? 
			  
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823.  The cops told me you're looking for a record
contract. We've gotta take advantage of this. 
			  
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824.  - Yeah, what's that?
- Will you look? This is hot. 
			  
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825.  - You're the hottest thing since Marky Mark.
- Marky Mark! That guy sucks. 
			  
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826.  OK, forget him.
There's magic here. Let's talk contracts. 
			  
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827.  I promise you, someday we're gonna be
backstage at the Forum laughing about this. 
			  
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828.  All right, what side did you take
in the big David Lee Roth-Van Halen split? 
			  
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829.  - What?
- What a question. 
			  
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830.  - What side did you take? Halen or Roth?
- Van Halen. 
			  
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831.  - He's a cop.
- Later, bacon. 
			  
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832.  Strictly a judgment call. They sold a lot of
records after David left. One more question. 
			  
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833.  Right, right, right. Who'd win
in a wrestling match, Lemmy or God? 
			  
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834.  - Lemmy.
- Ah! 
			  
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835.  - God.
- Wrong. Trick question. Lemmy is God. 
			  
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836.  - Oh, come on.
- Get the hell out of here! 
			  
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837.  Get out of here! Get out of here! 
			  
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838.  What the hell is this, O'Malley?
Now you bring in a cop to try to kill me? 
			  
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839.  Is that it? I'm not going nowhere, pal! 
			  
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840.  - You put the power back on.
- You're stirring the crowd up. 
			  
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841.  I got free concert tickets here! 
			  
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842.  For me and you and you... 
			  
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843.  What the hell is going on? Get those
people outta here! Get 'em outta here! 
			  
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844.  I love a parade! 
			  
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845.  Hey, man, check out all that poony! We could
parley this into a hummer! They love us! 
			  
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846.  Yeah, they love us. 
			  
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847.  - You put the power back on!
- No, I won't, Chazz. I'm drawin' the line there! 
			  
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848.  - Yo, is everyone havin' a good time tonight?
- Yeah! 
			  
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849.  Wanna see the cops shut this party down? 
			  
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850.  So they got the cards. We got the numbers! 
			  
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851.  Rodney King! Rodney King! 
			  
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852.  Rodney King. Rodney King. 
			  
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853.  Holy shit! 
			  
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854.  Rodney King?
What's that supposed to mean? 
			  
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855.  He's that guy. 
			  
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856.  Rodney King! 
			  
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857.  All right, dammit!
Turn the goddamn power back on! 
			  
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858.  Chazz! Chazz! 
			  
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859.  Kayla! I tried to call you.
I'm sorry, it was my fault. 
			  
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860.  No, I was being a bitch. 
			  
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861.  Why don't you give it up, Chester?
You can talk it over later. 
			  
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862.  - Stay out of this and get your hands off her!
- Why did he call you that? 
			  
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863.  - Uh...
- There's a lot Chester didn't tell you about. 
			  
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864.  - What's he talking about, Chazz?
- It's, uh... He's, uh... 
			  
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865.  Ah, shi... You, man...
Kayla, there's something I gotta tell you. 
			  
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866.  What? 
			  
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867.  Um... 
			  
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868.  I was a geek in school. 
			  
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869.  I had really short hair. 
			  
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870.  I played Dungeons and Dragons. 
			  
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871.  - I had a bug collection. I ate my boogers.
- Ugh! 
			  
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872.  My name's not Chazz. 
			  
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873.  It's Chester. 
			  
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874.  And I understand if
you don't love me any more. 
			  
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875.  I play D&D, too! 
			  
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876.  I was editor of the school magazine. 
			  
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877.  Yeah! 
			  
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878.  I used to wear corduroy pants. 
			  
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879.  I used to masturbate... constantly. 
			  
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880.  - We're with you, Chazz.
- I want your body! 
			  
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881.  Hey, Chazz! Chazz! 
			  
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882.  Whoo! 
			  
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883.  OK, this is my girlfriend Kayla.
She brought the tape. 
			  
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884.  - About time.
- What's happening? 
			  
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885.  We're going on the air, Pip.
We're going live! 
			  
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886.  Oh, whoa. What happened to this? 
			  
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887.  It fell off the nightstand. 
			  
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888.  What did you do to my tape?
Can we even play this? 
			  
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889.  Maybe if I clean it up
and re-spool it. Christ! 
			  
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890.  - I came all the way down here just to bring it!
- And you took real good care of it, Yoko! 
			  
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891.  OK, everybody, shut up! 
			  
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892.  Chazz, I have been with you...
almost as long as these two assholes! 
			  
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893.  I think it's about time
they treated me with a little respect! 
			  
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894.  This thing smells like piss, man. 
			  
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895.  Kayla, I don't have time for this noise. Did
you come to bitch at Rex or to help us out? 
			  
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896.  Cos you're being a complete... 
			  
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897.  I can't believe this, after
all I've done for you! 
			  
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898.  And then you chew me out
in front of your friends! 
			  
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899.  - You're acting like a spaz!
- Well, what about you? 
			  
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900.  You go and pull this moron stunt. 
			  
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901.  If you would just think for one second
instead of trying to be little glory boy. 
			  
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902.  - Is that so, huh?
- Yeah, that's so, Chester. 
			  
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903.  You're outta here. 
			  
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904.  - What?
- Get outta here! Get lost, all right? 
			  
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905.  I got a million things to think about,
I don't need you, too. 
			  
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906.  I'm a part of this. You wrote
that song for me. That's my song! 
			  
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907.  I wrote that song before I even met you. 
			  
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908.  You'd better go about your business. 
			  
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909.  Go about your business. 
			  
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910.  Nobody look at me! 
			  
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911.  - My Christ! What are you doing?
- You don't even care. 
			  
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912.  You don't even care what happens to me! 
			  
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913.  What have I got? My guitar, my bike and
my woman. That's all I got in the world. 
			  
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914.  And you keep kicking me out!
It's making me insane! 
			  
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915.  I figure if I get a record contract, I can
make it up to you. I'm doing this for you! 
			  
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916.  I suppose now you're gonna say you love me. 
			  
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917.  Come on! I'm holding a gun to a guy's head
just so the whole world can hear your song. 
			  
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918.  Is that love or what? 
			  
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919.  Tell me. 
			  
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920.  - What do you want from me?
- Tell me. 
			  
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921.  All right. 
			  
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922.  - I love you.
- Oh, my God. 
			  
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923.  What else can I say? 
			  
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924.  Oh, God! 
			  
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925.  Oh! Dammit! 
			  
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926.  Well, that fried out most of the board. 
			  
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927.  - Great.
- Shit! 
			  
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928.  Goddamn. 
			  
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929.  Hey, guys, bring in the stuff. 
			  
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930.  Yeah! 
			  
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931.  I can't believe
they actually found all this crap. 
			  
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932.  I don't know. Maybe we didn't
make the demands weird enough, huh? 
			  
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933.  Man, these are my people. 
			  
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934.  Hey, hey, we're partyin' in here. Whoo!
We got all kinds of beer. 
			  
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935.  Am I rockin' or what? 
			  
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936.  Shit. 
			  
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937.  Die, dog! 
			  
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938.  It's a plastic gun! 
			  
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939.  Oh, my eyes! 
			  
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940.  It's a plastic gun! 
			  
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941.  A plastic gun? 
			  
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942.  Did you hear that?
It's a plastic gun. We're moving in. 
			  
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943.  Everybody get back to the booth! 
			  
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944.  Hold it! 
			  
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945.  Don't anybody move! 
			  
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946.  Now back up against the wall
and put your hands above your heads. 
			  
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947.  - It's a real gun!
- Fall back behind the barriers. 
			  
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948.  God help us all! 
			  
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949.  It's all right, Chazz.
Stay calm. We're pulling back. 
			  
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950.  Body count! Body count! 
			  
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951.  Everybody get back to the booth!
Get back! Hurry up! 
			  
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952.  - Move it, move it, move it.
- Cockroach. 
			  
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953.  Argh! 
			  
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954.  - Hello.
- Yes, hello. Put the pig on! 
			  
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955.  - Chazz, is everybody OK?
- What the hell was that bullshit? 
			  
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956.  - I'm gonna grease somebody in here, I swear!
- Chazz, don't do anything crazy. 
			  
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957.  - What was all that firing?
- You tell me. You've got guys in the ceiling! 
			  
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958.  Calm down. We don't have anybody
trying to break in. I wouldn't do that. 
			  
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959.  OK, if this bullshit happens again,
I'm gonna start blasting! 
			  
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960.  You have my word.
How long before you play your tape? 
			  
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961.  Uh, how long? 
			  
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962.  Uh, we're workin' on it.
I don't know, pretty soon. 
			  
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963.  I'll have a record executive
for you here soon. 
			  
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964.  Now, you know my rules. How about sending
out another hostage just as a sign... 
			  
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965.  - That guy in the ceiling, what was that?
- He says he doesn't know. 
			  
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966.  - Man, back there, that was huge. Thanks.
- Rock 'n' roll. 
			  
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967.  Whoo. OK, who's got a Tic Tac? 
			  
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968.  Hello there, boys. 
			  
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969.  Hi, Chazz. Jimmie Wing. Remember me? 
			  
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970.  I wanted to get in touch with you,
but you didn't leave me your phone number. 
			  
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971.  Yeah. Well, I figured you'd come around. 
			  
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972.  This is the chimp from Palatine?
I told you, man. We scored. 
			  
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973.  - Hi there. Jimmie Wing.
- Hi. How are you? 
			  
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974.  Bea Arthur. Outstanding. 
			  
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975.  Can you believe it? A record exec came
all the way down here to meet you guys. 
			  
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976.  - You have to be careful.
- Jimmie! 
			  
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977.  Entertainment executives
make their living screwing people. 
			  
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978.  - Got a proposition for you.
- Oh, shit. 
			  
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979.  I know you think I'm a dick... cheese... burger,
or whatever, but you need a negotiator. 
			  
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980.  I will offer my services for 10%
of the pretax gross. That's standard. 
			  
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981.  Shine on that, Chazz. It ain't worth it. 
			  
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982.  Think about it.
These things can be very tricky. 
			  
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983.  He's right. My ex-boyfriend Parker was
a model, and one time they stole his shoes. 
			  
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984.  - He hasn't even heard the demo yet.
- Well, if he likes it, I'd like to help. 
			  
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985.  What do you think, Ian? 
			  
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986.  No, he's right. But make that 5%, Milo,
you scum-sucking weasel. 
			  
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987.  OK, done. 
			  
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988.  - Untie me.
- You're doing so good, babe. 
			  
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989.  Now what? 
			  
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990.  Hey, Rex. Rex, it's me. Rex! 
			  
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991.  - That surfer guy wants to come back inside.
- What? Will you tell that guy to piss off? 
			  
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992.  Guys! Guys! 
			  
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993.  - Hey, no dice, man. Get outta here.
- Oh, come on, Rex. 
			  
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994.  - I won't try anything.
- You shouldn't have escaped then. 
			  
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995.  Come on, bro. I was havin' a blast! 
			  
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996.  Come on, Rex. Rex! 
			  
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997.  I wanna get a drum set
that goes underwater... 
			  
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998.  so in the middle of our show they can
dunk me in a tank and I can do my solo. 
			  
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999.  Cool! 
			  
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1000.  I'm gonna get a leather jumpsuit
with the crotch cut out. 
			  
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1001.  Rex, can you set up the sound system
so Jimmie Wing can hear the tape? 
			  
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1002.  - I'm just... I gotta...
- Yeah, go ahead. 
			  
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1003.  Hey, Rex, man. We're gonna go to jail, huh? 
			  
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1004.  Small price to pay to be a legend.
Remember when Ozzy pissed on the Alamo... 
			  
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1005.  and was banned
from San Antonio for a decade? 
			  
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1006.  Did his time, went back, rocked the place. 
			  
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1007.  Section G, the force majeure, where it says
"riots, disturbance, war, acts of God", etc. 
			  
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1008.  - What about it?
- Amend that to exclude this hostage crisis. 
			  
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1009.  That can be construed as
an act of public enemy. 
			  
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1010.  - Done.
- Where's the tape deck? 
			  
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1011.  Oh, why? We need that, too? 
			  
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1012.  - Let me see your arm.
- Why? 
			  
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1013.  - Ow!
- Get it, retard. 
			  
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1014.  - The board's fried. I can't fix it.
- Oh! 
			  
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1015.  - No, Ian. Come on, man, you gotta help me.
- There's nothing more that I can do. 
			  
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1016.  - This is it, babe.
- All set, Chazz. 
			  
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1017.  - Here we go, my man.
- This is so exciting! 
			  
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1018.  - Oh, my God. Here it is.
- All right. 
			  
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1019.  - Record contract?
- Uh-huh. 
			  
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1020.  We got a record contract! 
			  
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1021.  Everything's square. Just autograph it on
the last page and you got yourself a deal. 
			  
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1022.  Hah! We got a contract! 
			  
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1023.  We got a contract! 
			  
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1024.  We made it, babe. We made it. 
			  
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1025.  - Stop!
- Hey, man, what are you doing? 
			  
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1026.  Hey, bro, we got signed. 
			  
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1027.  - Are you crapping me?
- Didn't you play the song for him? 
			  
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1028.  No. We didn't hook this thing up yet. 
			  
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1029.  - So you two haven't heard the demo?
- I heard it on the radio earlier. 
			  
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1030.  You heard it for about five seconds
and then it got ate. 
			  
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1031.  Well, Chazz, my man... 
			  
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1032.  it's not just the music, it's the way
you talk about it. You have such passion. 
			  
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1033.  - Whoa, whoa. What am I hearing?
- What's wrong, man? 
			  
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1034.  No deal. No. 
			  
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1035.  What are you talking about? 
			  
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1036.  No deal! Yesterday he kicks me
out of Palatine Records... 
			  
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1037.  and today he has a record contract for me to
sign. He hasn't even heard my tape. No deal! 
			  
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1038.  - But this is what you wanted!
- Wanna know what I think of your contract? 
			  
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1039.  Allow me to demonstrate. 
			  
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1040.  He wipes his ass with his record contract. 
			  
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1041.  - I love this guy.
- But we still have a deal, right? 
			  
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1042.  I wanna be a rock star someday
but on my own terms. 
			  
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1043.  Well, I got some news for you, big guy.
You already are a star. 
			  
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1044.  You can't buy this kind of media exposure. 
			  
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1045.  We are sitting on a gold mine here. 
			  
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1046.  I am offering a long-term contract to get your
music out to millions, plus a whole lot more. 
			  
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1047.  Like what "a whole lot more"? 
			  
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1048.  Ever since you signed this contract you've
been under the umbrella of Palatine Records. 
			  
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1049.  We have an army of attorneys
looking out for all our investments. 
			  
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1050.  Chazz... 
			  
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1051.  rock stars don't go to jail. Christ. 
			  
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1052.  Vince Neil only got 30 days
and he killed somebody. 
			  
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1053.  Hey, buddy, you swear you can get us off? 
			  
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1054.  I swear, if you guys play ball.
That's what I'm here for. 
			  
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1055.  Chazz, let's just play the tape on air.
They'll throw deals at us. 
			  
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1056.  Can't do that, man. Console's busted. 
			  
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1057.  It's this or nothing. 
			  
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1058.  OK. Super-duper. 
			  
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1059.  We're making records. 
			  
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1060.  - What about the song? How we gonna play...
- Ah. 
			  
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1061.  I'm already ahead of you. 
			  
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1062.  Officer O'Malley. Jimmie Wing. 
			  
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1063.  What are you doing sending me in
with these animals? They're out of control. 
			  
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1064.  Yes. Yes. 
			  
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1065.  They have some more demands. 
			  
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1066.  We're gonna soon witness the culmination
of this extraordinary rock 'n' roll drama: 
			  
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1067.  a live performance by The Lone Rangers. 
			  
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1068.  Wait a minute. That can't be right.
You can't pluralize "Lone Ranger". 
			  
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1069.  Get the guy who did the
Guns N' Roses video. 
			  
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1070.  - Try for John Landis.
- Landis is huge. 
			  
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1071.  This is great. 
			  
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1072.  This is a major media event. We have lights,
crowds... We are gonna bury Lollapalooza! 
			  
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1073.  - I said no!
- Look at the boots they gave me. Excuse me. 
			  
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1074.  - How is this? I feel kinda goofy.
- You look like an idiot. 
			  
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1075.  Remember, this only works if you still
have the hostages. OK, Kayla? Guns up. 
			  
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1076.  Hey, what about me? 
			  
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1077.  Oh, yeah! 
			  
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1078.  I love you, Chazz! 
			  
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1079.  This is a soggy dream come true! 
			  
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1080.  This is rockin'. Yeah! 
			  
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1081.  - All right!
- Whoo! 
			  
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1082.  Let's give it to 'em. 
			  
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1083.  Oh, yeah. 
			  
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1084.  Hey, man. 
			  
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1085.  - What? It's not turned on.
- They ain't givin' us no juice. 
			  
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1086.  The amps are props. We'll play your tape
through the PA system and you pantomime. 
			  
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1087.  - What, are you yankin' me?
- If you don't do it this way... 
			  
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1088.  we won't be able to sync it up in post.
OK, Rex, lift up the gun so they can see it. 
			  
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1089.  - I ain't lip-syncing, man.
- It's a video. People always lip-sync. 
			  
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1090.  - Oh, come on, this is bullshit.
- That's all we are to you, some freak show? 
			  
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1091.  For all you care our album
could be Pip farting on a snare drum. 
			  
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1092.  - Guys!
- I ain't fartin' on no snare drum. 
			  
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1093.  If you guys don't do it,
we don't have a deal. 
			  
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1094.  Me, and the lawyers from Palatine Records,
we walk. Now do you get that? 
			  
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1095.  All right. Come here. 
			  
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1096.  Come here. We can't do that.
Don't make us be lame. 
			  
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1097.  OK. Roll tape. 
			  
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1098.  Listen, dirthead,
shut your mouth and do what you're told. 
			  
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1099.  What are you doing? We're filming. 
			  
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1100.  Play, you little maggot. 
			  
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1101.  Jimmie, get out of there.
You're ruining my shot. 
			  
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1102.  Listen, I own you! I own you! 
			  
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1103.  Oh, yeah! You can't see nothin'
from back there, you filthy scumbags! 
			  
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1104.  Come on down! 
			  
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1105.  Come on! Let's go! 
			  
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1106.  Holy shit! 
			  
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1107.  - Back it up!
- Just get outta the way. Let 'em go. 
			  
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1108.  It's total anarchy! 
			  
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1109.  - Whoo!
- Check it out, man. They dig our song. 
			  
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1110.  All right! Rock 'n' roll! 
			  
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1111.  What are you doin', man? 
			  
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1112.  We start touring in six months. 
			  
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1113.  Well, three months
if they behave themselves. 
			  
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1114.  Ow! 
			  
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