I'll be damned. [ Women Screaming ] [ Grunting, Panting ]
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- Gimme a pack of Red Apples. - Filters? No.
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Tell me you're him. I'm him.
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In the fifth, my ass goes down.
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[ Engine Starts ]
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You my nigger?
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[ Coughing ]
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Get up.
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This watch I got here... was first purchased by your great- grandfather during the first World War. It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee. Made by the first company to ever make wristwatches. Up 'til then, people just carried pocket watches. It was bought by Private Doughboy Erine Coolidge... on the day he set sail for Paris. This was your great-grandfather's war watch, and he wore it every day he was in that war, and... when he'd done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off, put it in an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed... until your granddad, Dane Coolidge, was called upon by his country... to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it World War ll. Your great-grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Dane was a Marine, and he was killed... along with all the other Marines at the battle of Wake lsland. Your granddad was facing death. He knew it. None of those boys ever had any illusions about leaving that island alive, so three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner on an Air Force transport, name of Winocki- a man he'd never met before in his life- to deliver to his infant son, who he'd never seen in the flesh, his gold watch. Three days later, your granddad was dead, but Winocki kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father his dad's gold watch. This watch.
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I'm gonna take a piss. That's a little bit more information than I needed, but go right ahead.
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- You lookin' at somethin', friend? - You ain't my friend, palooka.