I think we should be leaving now. - [ "Surf Rider" ] - Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
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[ Beeping Stops ]
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I'll tell you what. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and powder my nose. You sit here... and think of something to say.
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Don't fuckin' die on me, Mia! Fuck!
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He's dead? The radio said he was dead.
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Nobody who'll be missed.
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There is no me and you.
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[ Whispering ] Eenie-meenie-minie-mo, catch a nigger... by his toe. If he hollers, let him go. Eenie-meenie-minie-mo.
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Aaaaah! [ Groaning ] - Aaaaah! - [ Music Stops ]
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Okay. When he started sweet talkin' to me He come and tell me everything is all right He'd kiss me and tell me everything is all right Can I get away again tonight The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was He was - Lord he knows he was - Yes he was How will I remember The look was in his eyes Stealing kisses from me on the sly Taking time to make time Telling me that he's all mine - Learning from each other's knowin' - [ Sniffing ] Looking to see how much we've grown And the only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was - Was, was - He was - Oh, yes he was - [ Music Stops ] Let's go.
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Goddamn, that's a pretty fuckin' good milkshake! -Told ya. -I don't know if it was worth $5, but it's pretty fuckin' good.
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Mmm. Yummy. You think I could have a sip of that?
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[ Zed ] Then how come they're all beat up? They did that to each other, man. They came in fightin'. Now, this 'un right here, he was gonna shoot that one. Is that right? You gonna shoot him, boy? Huh?
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If you need someone to go to court, I'll be glad to help. That guy was a drunken maniac. He hit you, then he crashed into that car. - Who? - Him.
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[ Sniffling ] I- I'm sorry. Don't be. Just means I can't have breakfast with you. Why does it mean that?
