I need to see my son! And now, to play an original composition that he wrote for his father, here is seven-year-old Walter Burgundy.
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All right. This... Okay. Here we go. Get up. There we go.
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Ron, you should see what you're doing!
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I only smoked crack that one time.
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Baxter!
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I drop this smoke and every one of you goes "poof." Well, you forgot one thing, leatherman. You drop that smoke, you die, too.
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Ron, be careful! It's okay! Walter, what is it? It's some kind of fish!
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No, don't go! Please! Wait! I'm all alone! Come back!
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He will eat you!
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Oh!
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You guys think... I don't know how to use a computer. Hey, fellas. I just saw Jack Lime out there. He's a goddamn iceman.
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I've got a sore back from carrying your ass around for the last 15 years.
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That's a lie. I've done it six more times. You made Brick cry.
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We did it, my onyx hellion.
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Jan-Michael Vincent?
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Baxter!
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Ron, this is Dr. Brangley. I've left dozens of messages. Somehow, they must be getting erased. But there is a procedure that can possibly return your sight. Please get back to me if you're interested. Well? Have you been erasing these messages? Yes. Ron, just let me explain. How could you? We've never been this happy and I just thought that... Thought that if I could see again, that somehow I couldn't love you and Walter anymore? Yes! Damn you, woman! You lied to me!
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I can't even masturbate! Why? Heck, one morning, I spent 20 minutes aggressively rubbing my shin, wondering, "Where's the sensation? "Where's the pleasure coming?" You rubbed your shin thinking it was a penis? I know you think I'm stupid, don't you? - No! - The weirdo who lives in the weird lighthouse in the middle of nowhere. Ron, it was your choice to live in a "weird lighthouse." You know why I live here? Let me say it real slow and real loud. I'm bl-i-i-i-i-nd!