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Permisi.
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apakah kamu keberatan jika aku, uh ...
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Negara bebas.
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Apa itu?
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Oh, bukan apa-apa.
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apakah kamu yakin itu bukan mesin waktu satu menit?
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Hah?
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Sialan!
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Permisi.
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apakah kamu keberatan jika aku, uh ...
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It's a free country.
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What's that?
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Well, it certainly isn't a one minute
time machine!
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[laughs]
Dammit.
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It's my lunchbox.
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That's weird.
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I like weird.
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Cool. I'm Lames.
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I'm James.
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James.
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Are you trying to pick me up?
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No, come on! Do I look that strong?
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Are you trying to pick me up?
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Yes. I'm -- trying to.
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Try harder.
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Um ... hi.
- Harder.
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Coffee?
- Harder.
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Dinner.
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We go back to my place ...
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Right now?
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... and make sweet love.
- Oh!
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And fuck our brains out.
- Ohh! Finally!
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I'm so sick of men who can't just
ask for what they want.
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I want you to spank my bad
little boy bottom.
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Oh, um ...
- C'mon, I thought you'd ...
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No. No.
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I wanna spank you.
- Oh ho! We're going. Right now.
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Oh! Hey. You like science.
- Science.
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My five-year-old niece likes science.
I have a doctorate in quantum mechanics.
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Oh, you like theoretical quantum mechanics
regarding both our perceptions of time
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and how we deal with the universal
spatial geography.
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Um -- yeah!
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What's your favorite part?
- The butt.
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We were still talking about science.
Time travel.
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Me too! Oh, it's amazing!
Scary as shit, though, right?
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I know. Wait, what? Why?
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Well, have you read the chapter
on practical application?
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Of course I read the chapter
on practical application.
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- And?
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And I am just gonna hit this
little red button here.
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Uh, excuse me! Sorry, who are you?
What are you doing with my book?
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Shh! I need to read this real fast.
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Don't worry, this one doesn't even count.
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95 pages?!
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Fuck that!
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No, I haven't actually read that.
Too busy doing instead of reading.
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Doing, like ...
doing actual, practical time-traveling?
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Have you used that yet?
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I dunno.
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Maybe.
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For me?
- Does that creep you out?
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No!
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No, it's actually ... really beautiful.
- D'you really think so?
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Yeah, I've never had a man fight for me
before, let alone die for me.
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I'm sorry, die? No, I'm still here.
- Yeah, not you, exactly,
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but that's the point of the chapter, right?
Time travel's impossible.
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It's not impossible.
I've done it.
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No. Every time you've pushed that button
you've created a copy of yourself,
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in a parallel world, that exists
one minute in your past.
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Your original body dies in the genuine,
or the earlier, universe.
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Oh!
- How many times?
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I don't know. Maybe 16?
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Ahh! Help!
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Anybody?
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Oh! I'm not that kind of ...
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Are you -- [clapping]
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Oh my god. Oh god.
Shit!
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Someone please help me.
Oh god. He's touching me.
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OK. OK, wake up now.
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[screams]
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I've killed myself 16 times.
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You know the bright side is you're the
first successful multiple suicide.
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That's pretty cool.
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Hey, look. Let's go back to my place
and just forget all about
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this stupid little murder box.
- Murder box!
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The suicide machine.
Who cares?
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That wasn't you.
It was them. Hm?
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I can't.
- Shit, really?
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How am I ever going to get a boner again,
knowing what I know?
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Dammit.
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Regina 2, you'd better thank me for this.
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What's your favorite part?
- Time travel.
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Me too! It's amazing.
Scary as --
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Scary? What do you mean?
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No. Nothing.
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I mean, it's not like this is some multi-
dimensional murder box or anything, right?
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Huh?
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Dammit.
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