[HOPE & AMETHYST SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY] SORTILÈGE: Doc had known it to happen... ...that those left behind would refuse to believe that people they loved... ...or even took the same classes with, were really dead. They came up with all kinds of alternate stories so it wouldn't have to be true.
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Mr. Riggs Warbling.
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There's somebody who wants to talk to you. He thinks you can help each other out. He's a new face. I'm not sure of his name, but I know he's in some trouble.
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Almost like being underwater.
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...everything...
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This is...
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Is somebody playing Monopoly, uh, with federal housing money?
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...what is it? Ever heard of the Golden Fang? Sure. It's a boat. - A boat? - A big schooner, somebody said. Brings stuff in and out of the country, but no one wants to talk about it.
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[HOPE CHUCKLES]
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...and, uh, Vincent indelicato...
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SORTILÈGE: So this is Riggs. The spiritual advisor. And there's Sloane. Maybe not so much English rose as English daffodil.
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Because?
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How do you know? Saw it sail in when I got here tonight.
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All right, well, uh, I'll call you when I know something.
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My spiritual coach. DOC: How do you do? RIGGS: Pleasurable. DOC: If you tell us where to send the refund and what form you'd like it in... RIGGS: Small bills! With nonconsecutive serial numbers. Riggs! Enough. He's always making these terrible jokes. I'm so sorry. Perhaps if a company officer... ...simply endorsed Michael's check back to one of his accounts. Of course. Let us know the account number and it's as good as in the mail. - Let me find you a deposit form. - Wonderful.
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She picked us up hitchhiking once.
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That necklace... ...it looks funny on you. Big man, small necklace.
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SORTILÈGE: Back when they were together... ...she could go weeks without anything more complicated than a pout. Now she was laying some heavy combination of face ingredients... ...on Doc that he couldn't read at all.
