So you guys been working for the Golden Fang long?
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[SNIFFING]
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I'm so sorry.
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Thank you. Oh, and Miss Charlock. I just need your contact information from you. - Sure. - Okay. Here's a pen.
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Well, as someone who's been down this particular exit ramp: You can only cruise the boulevards of regret so far. Then you gotta get back up onto the freeway again. Yeah.
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MAN: See you. - Bye now.
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Who are you? Clancy Charlock.
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Nothing was supposed to happen this way, Doc.
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[CHUCKLES]
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Doc?
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And that's just the good part.
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Dig it.
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Uh...
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Hmm?
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The Golden Fang?
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They didn't score any dope that day, but somehow, suddenly, it didn't matter. It was weird that in the limited space of a postcard... ...Shasta should have chosen to remember that one day in the rain. It had stuck with Doc too... ...even though it was late in their time together... ...when she was already halfway out the door.
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SORTILÈGE: Though he may have rescued Japonica... ...from a life of dark and unspecified hippie horror... ...apparently restoration to the bosom of her family... ...had been enough to really drive her around the bend. [SIREN WAILING] Oh, fuck! - Fucking assholes! - Easy, easy. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I can't... - Okay, we are so fucked! I got... - Nice and easy. BLATNOYD: Christ, Christ. Some...