Hoagie's mom. I've got pizza rolls for my pizza roll boys. Ooh. Pizza rolls.
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Shit. You know what I just realized? There's a lot of sacramental wine and wafers in there. He could survive for quite a while. No, he can't drink. - Yeah, but it's not real wine. - Yes, it is. It's just grape juice. It's not wine. I mean, I was once so fucked up that I took a shit in my niece's crib.
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Sable!
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Wow! What do you want? There's gonna be plenty of time to get rejected by Cheryl after 12:00 a.m. on June 1st. So what I need you guys to focus on, is the fact that we're a team. Right? We love each other, and we love this. Let's bask in that. Stay focused on our mission. All right? Let's get back on this horse and ride. Let's get this asshole. Lou, not part of it. Not at all.
How'd you know it was me? I'd know that faint smell of sativa and Old Spice anywhere. Yeah. I had to get a little stoned. I can't be sober at these things. They're awful.
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What's the story? Is he still charming, sensible, rich?
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You know, it seems to me like you'd be really good at the game. - Why don't you play? - Well, they came up with the rules when they were nine. No girls allowed.
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Shouldn't you boys be getting cleaned up for the wedding? Not you, Chilli. You're perfect.
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I'm okay. All right, guys. Take it easy! Phew.
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Hey, do you think we should talk to Jerry about being an alcoholic -before we get into all this? - No.
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Also, I think it's fair to say, I'm fucking surgical with these complimentary donuts.
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Go, Hoagie, go!
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- Yeah, we know. - Obviously. - For fuck's sake. - I know that. It's just-- We will go by your house and get your stuff. You should've just went to my house in the first place if we were gonna go to my house anyway. - This seemed like a better idea. - It was a whole bit! Let's go. Yeah, come on, we'll figure it out. Okay, you'll still owe me for this hour. Thanks, Doctor. You guys aren't taking my mental health seriously.
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And this is why print journalism is dying.
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Ooh.
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No. What? It's my pot. I'm really sorry. I was smoking pot. It's an old habit. Oh, so it's your weedie.