| John: Captachalogue pie tin. |
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| Jake: Pester Dirk. |
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| AND SO I GET DUNKED AS FUCK. |
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| THE HOPE... MY GOD. |
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| Jade: OH GOD HURRY UP AND GO KISS THE GIRL YOU PIPSQUEAK |
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| Rose: Knit the scarf. Be the puppet. |
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| AH: This is ridiculous. |
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| Years in the closet. |
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| Rose: Stop fooling around and transportalize out of the apple juice, despite what John said. |
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| A good place to keep them fresh. |
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| Jane: Be Jack a few minutes. |
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| PM: Miraculously survive. |
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