You don't know we're working on a movie right now.
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Yo! But you ain't done with me!
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So I guess I could just go.
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EARL: Hey, Rachel. Uh...
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Come to prom with me.
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Yeah, well...
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(SQUEAKS)
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Okay.
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Daniel Craig's thing is, he's got an accent, right? So he's used to talking with his mouth in a weird shape... ...which is why he has pouty lips, like a woman. Lickable technology, like, I could text you a sandwich. I think that's where phones are headed. There's a button on the nape of his neck, under the skin. Just push it if you want him to stop.
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EARL: McCarthy must've put weed in that soup because my brain is trying to eat itself. GREG: Oh, my God. I have to go visit Rachel right now. EARL: Okay, well, you do that. I'ma be at your house eatin' up all your dad's food. GREG: No! You have to come help! EARL: Help with what? GREG: Help!
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I did literally zero schoolwork during this time.
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Look, I know I'm not doing you any favors here.
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...just as long as you pay attention to it.
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Does this taste strange to you?
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Before we watch this...
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So, no favorite toy.
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Not if you are.
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Are you not gonna help me make this? The hell we gonna make, son? GREG'S DAD: They want fresh inspiration. I must tell you, the richest inspiration I have ever known was... ...during my period of quarantine in the Amazon. (THEME FROM THE CONVERSATION PLAYING ON HEADPHONES) Where I and a half dozen other... ...unfortunates had nothing to watch... ...but the bristling, leviathan tarantula... ...bunched up on the rotting, flimsy thatch... ...perhaps eight feet above our faces.