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No-It's-It's not the same thing at all. I mean, we're... it's totally different with us. We're-We're- Us? What do you mean by "us"? I'm sorry, do you hear this? Hear what? You're not hearing all that noise? Just-Hold on a second. No, wait. What were you saying? Don't change the subject. I want to talk about this. You're not talking about me, are you? No. What? That day you came over to my place to play doctor- what was going on there? What are you talking about? Nothing. Nothing. I don't think so. Come on, what do you want? - Look at me. - No. What? Look at me. What is that? It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Oh, my God. Who did this? A person. Guy or girl? What do you care if it�s a guy or a girl? What do you care if I ask? This is none of your business. Leave me alone. You're afraid to say it. I am not afraid to say. Let me go. No! Talk to me. - No! - Let go of me. Leave me alone. This conversation... This conversation... is over. Is over.
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Raymond K. Hessel, 1320 Southeast Banning, apartment A. Small, cramped basement apartment, Raymond? How did you know? Because they give shitty basement apartments Letters instead of numbers. Raymond... you're going to die. Oh, my God, no... Is that your mom and dad? Mom and dad are going to have to call up kindly Dr. So-And-So to pick up your dental records. You want to know why? Because there's going to be nothing left of your face. Aw, come on. An expired community college student I.D. What'd you study, Raymond? S-S-S-Stuff. Stuff? Were the midterms hard?
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The question, Raymond, was what did you want to be? Answer him, Raymond! Jesus! Veterinarian! Veterinarian! Animals. Yeah, animal s-s-s- Stuff. Yeah, I got that. That means you have to get more schooling. Too much school. Would you rather be dead? No... Would you rather die, here, on your knees, in the back of a convenience store? No... No, please... no...
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Where to begin? With your constant absenteeism? With your unpresentable appearance? You're up for review. I am Jack�s... complete lack of surprise. What? Let's pretend. You're the Department of Transportation. OK? Someone informs you that this company installs front seat mounting brackets that never pass collision tests... brake linings that fail after a thousand miles, and fuel injectors that explode and burn people alive.
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