BLATNOYD: I don't know what this is. What is it? It's oriental or something. Is it Chinese?
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Dr. Blatnoyd will see you in a moment.
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Well, I figured, uh, you being Chinese...
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What? What are you talking about?
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Follow me.
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Hmm?
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Oh.
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Aw, there's a problem with Ouija boards.
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Just do it by yourself like that. SORTILÈGE: Nobody had any. Everybody was desperate and suffering lapses of judgment. Eight-4-2-9-3. - It's a phone number! - One-2-5-0-1.
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Denis, I'm-a go look around. Wanna wait in the car or come cover my back? I was gonna try to go find a pizza. Is that okay? Now you recall this is stick shift, not automatic and so forth? It's easy as pie, Doc.
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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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It's ringing. WOMAN [ON RECORDING]: Howdy, dopers. We've got whatever you need. And remember: the sooner you get over here, the more there 'll be left for you. So come on down to 4723 Sunset Boulevard. You better hurry. DOC: Okay, I'm sorry, who is it that I'm talking to? - She hung up. SHASTA: Let's go! She's screaming at you: “Stay away! I'm a police trap!"