SORTILÈGE: Yet there is no avoiding time. The sea of time.
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All right.
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The sea of memory and forgetfulness. The years of promise gone and unrecoverable. Of the land almost allowed to claim its better destiny... ...only to have that claim jumped by evildoers known all too well... ...and taken instead... ...and held hostage to the future we must live in now, forever. DOC: So who got her? Department of Justice. So, like, uh, justice was served? That's exactly right, Doc. That's exactly right. SORTILÈGE: May we trust this blessed ship is bound for some better shore.
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Besides the usual?
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You all right?
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SORTILÈGE: What's on your mind, Doc?
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Where the American fate mercifully fatted to transpire.
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Who's always in the paper? The real-estate big shot? Yeah.
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PENNY: Ew. No, thank you.
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They wanted, some of them...
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Midnight, pitch-dark. .. ...can't remember whether they drained the pool or not... ...but, hey, what the fuck's it matter?
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HOPE: Baby!
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Why are you telling me this? [GROANS] I'm sorry, Doc.
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I don't know.
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SORTILÈGE: Bigfoot's partner? Fucking Bigfoot's partner? Oh, fuck. SORTILÈGE: Bigfoot's air of possessed melancholy now began to make sense. This was mourning, all right.
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Cute, huh? My tits aren't really that big, but it's the thought that counts. Now, did, uh, all of you ladies pose for these? A guy over in North Hollywood does custom work.
