[police radio chatter] It was a low toner situation. Me and my wife, we were going to a cabin. But because of the low toner, I couldn't make out the address. I didn't know if it was a six or an eight. Look, I'm not the Man from Toronto, okay? I'm actually just an idiot from Yorktown. -We're well aware, Mr. Jackson. -So please guys, let me go.
[automated voice] All employees exit the building. -Which button? -I don't know. I got handles in my house, not buttons. -Just press the buttons. -[automated voice] Activating boiler. -[Teddy] Shit. -[Toronto] Please. Looks like you lost your edge somewhere in Minnesota, huh? [alarm buzzing steadily] You know, there is nothing sadder than a hard man gone soft. Why don't you let him go? You got me. Okay.
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I gotta say, it's a real honor.
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We blew up a warehouse.
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Onancock, Virginia? I got us a little cabin for your birthday. -Tons of baby-making time. -Uh… Baby, what is this? I can't read this. There's no toner on the page. It's the reservation, babe. We leave tonight. It's perfect. Thank you. I'm not messing up your birthdays anymore, babe. On a serious note, did you talk to Marty about your business idea? I did not talk to Marty yet, but there's a reason.
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One hundred.
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[music fades]
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[on voicemail] Hey, this is Teddy. I'll call you back. [beeps] [Lori] I called Marty because I was worried about you. He told me about your job.
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Oh, for the love of God, we almost died.
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My colleagues Luís and Andrés.
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I know that Debora… Debora wouldn't want this. She wouldn't. You think you know me?
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Passport. You're gonna need it.
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[laughs] What's up, world? Teddy Jackson here, welcoming you to Teddyburn, where I'm introducing two pieces of non-breathable plastic. Think about five garbage bags wrapped up into two good pieces, where you just can't let nothing out, except sweat. Oh, man. Whoo!