Hey! Pardon me, sir. I think you have the wrong car.
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Yeah, you have a crush on him. - I don't get it. - Pause it. - Yeah, go back. - Why don't you get it? - I just don't get it. - He's blond and he's cute. No, his eyebrows are just like... Shut up. His eyebrows? That's the one thing you couldn't get? Yeah.
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What are we doing here? What happened to my dad? He's out there.
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See? It's so random. That is so weird.
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It's only gonna be a minute.
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What the hell is going on?
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I choose you first.
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Oh, my God.
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This guy isn't very neat, is he? He walked right through the trash. No, Jai. Any normal person would have walked around it. That was an act.
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How'd you know the trash would be spilled? How can I say this, Jai? You're not the most meticulous of people.
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That shows who you are.
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You shouldn't trick children.
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Jai, what health-conscious fast food purveyor did you originally solicit to buy these chicken wings you've so lovingly reheated in a minor suicidal gesture? Hooters. And you can't just throw them out, Dr. Fletcher. Oh, this is wrong on so many levels. We finished about 3:15, so look around 3:18. You're getting a little soft around the middle, Jai.
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The authors of Hooters play on our incessant need for fat and man's incessant need to be in the proximity of augmented breasts. It's like Henry V ran a fast food franchise. It's a good place, Dr. Fletcher. Right.
