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[ "You Never Can Tell" ] It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two-room Roebucks sale The 'coolerador was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work the little money comin' worked out well C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono and boy did they let it blast Seven hundred little records all rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They had a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle [ Sighs ] [ Alarm Faintly Beeping ]
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Did you get everything? - Yes, I did. - Good job, Sugar Pop. Did everything go as planned? - You didn't listen to the- Ow! - [ Giggles ] You didn't listen to the radio? I never listen to your fights. Were you the winner? I won, all right. - Are you still retiring? - Sure am. So it all worked out in the finish.
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Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together... over five years. Hopefully... you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your dad were... for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it'd been me who'd- not made it, Major Coolidge'd be talking right now to my son Jim. But the way it turned out, I'm talking to you.
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- Hurry up, man. - I'll tell you what to do. - You're gonna give her the shot. - No, you're gonna give her the shot. - I ain't giving her the shot. I never done this before. - I never done this either! I ain't starting now! You brought her here. You give her the shot. The day I bring an O.D.ing bitch to your house, then I give her the shot. Give it to me. Give me that. All right, tell me what to do. Okay, you're giving her an injection of adrenalin straight to her heart. - But she's got a breastplate- You gotta pierce through that. - [ Thumping ] You gotta bring the needle down in a stabbing motion. - I gotta- I gotta stab her three times? - No, just stab her once! But it's gotta be hard enough to get through her breastplate into her heart. Once you do that, you p-press down on the p-plunger. - Okay. Then what happens? - Kinda curious about that myself. This ain't no fuckin' joke! Am I gonna kill her? - She's supposed to come out of it like that. It's- - All right, count to three. - All right. Ready? - One. [ Vincent Panting ]
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