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- Vincent. - [ Wolf ] Okay, gentlemen. You both been to County before, I'm sure. Here it comes. - Goddamn! The water's fuckin' cold! - Yo! Yo! Yo! Better you than me, gentlemen. [ Chuckling ] - Don't be afraid of the soap. Spread it around. - [ Yelling Continues ] - Get 'em there a little bit. Vincent's hair. - Hey, get out of my hair! - Come on. Do it, goddamn it! Do it! - Uh, um- Towel.
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[ "You Never Can Tell" ] It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two-room Roebucks sale The 'coolerador was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work the little money comin' worked out well C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono and boy did they let it blast Seven hundred little records all rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They had a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle [ Sighs ] [ Alarm Faintly Beeping ]
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But this morning... - I don't think qualifies. - Hey, Vincent. See, that shit don't matter. You're judging this shit the wrong way. It could be God stopped the bullets, changed Coke to Pepsi, found my car keys. You don't judge shit like this based on merit. Now, whether or not what we experienced... was an according-to-Hoyle miracle is insignificant. But what is significant is, I felt the touch of God. God got involved. But why? Well, that's what's fuckin' with me: I don't know why. - But I can't go back to sleep. - You're serious. You're really thinkin' about quittin'. - For life? Most definitely. - Yeah. Fuck. What you gonna do then?
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Let me ask you something. When did you make this decision? When you were sittin' there eatin' that muffin? Yeah. I was sittin' here eatin' my muffin, drinkin' my coffee, replayin' the incident in my head, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity. Fuck. To be continued.
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