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♪ (MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
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MAN: Oh!
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♪ (MID-TEMPO
PERCUSSION MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
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Tony's gabagool, Grandma.
It's nothing but fat
and nitrates.
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-Hey.
-Hey.
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Gabriela sends me down here
for the gabagool.
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-The gabagool.
-The gabagool.
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-Gabagool.
-The gabagool.
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We had sandwiches brought in
the other night.
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Four one halves.
Salami, gabagool.
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Taking the gabagool and shit
out of the fridge.
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Gabagool.
Over here.
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All this from a slice
of gabagool?
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Let's get back to that gabagool.
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Right there.
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The guy you're looking for is
an ex-commando.
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He killed 16 Chechen rebels
single-handed.
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Get the fuck outta here.
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TONY SOPRANO:
(THROUGH PHONE) Yeah, nice huh?
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He was with
the Interior Ministry.
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Guy in some kind
of Russian green beret.
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(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
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You're not gonna believe this.
He killed 16 Czechoslovakians.
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Guy was an interior decorator.
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♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
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-Ah!
-(GROANS)
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His house looked like shit.
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♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
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(CAT MEOWS)
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He was at the safe house.
We brought him over.
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Get him the fuck out.
These are...
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♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
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You can't even put 'em
around a baby.
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They suck the breath
right out.
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Well, you're the only baby here,
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-so we're ahead of the game.
-I said get rid of him.
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Leave him. He's a good guy.
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♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
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(CAT MEOWS)
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Hey, Doc. It's me, Tony.
Corrado Soprano's nephew.
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Well if it's about your uncle,
you'll have to call my office.
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Well, you might need
a new secretary.
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I don't think you're getting
all your messages.
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Oh... for you.
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I use one.
Added 10 yards to my drive.
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Anyway, what am I gonna do
with it?
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I already got one,
and Mr. Williams here--
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He don't play, right?
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♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
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Um,
I think I'll have an espresso.
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Paulie, want anything?
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You got any, uh, just coffee?
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Our cafe de jour
is New Zealand peaberry.
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♪ (UPBEAT BASS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
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Whatever.
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Mmm. What smells in this house?
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Madone.
It's like the smell of heaven.
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Anyway, he starts running,
the Russian. Boom!
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I'm telling you the top
of his head came off
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like a fucking bad rug.
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(ALL LAUGHING)
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What a beating
we gave this prick. Oh, madone.
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Lot of changes since
you went away, huh?
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Twenty years. Madone.
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Oh, madone!
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Oh, madone. Oh, Jesus.
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-Oof, madone.
-Oof, madone.
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Oh, madone.
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(GRUNTS)
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Oh, madone.
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How old is she now?
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She's 69.
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Mom really went downhill
after the World Trade Center.
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You know,
Quasimodo predicted all this.
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♪ (UPBEAT BASS MUSIC
CONTINUES) ♪
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Who did what?
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All these problems.
The Middle East.
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-The end of the world.
-Nostradamus.
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Quasimodo is
The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
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Oh, right. Notre Dame.
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Nostradamus and Notre Dame.
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It's two different things
completely.
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"This is the Copa Cabana.
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Inside, it's all fun and games
as mobsters wine and dine
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their beautiful...
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♪ (UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
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I was at my goomah all night.
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Three beautiful kings.
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Flush.
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You motherfucker.
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Should've stayed
with my goomah tonight.
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I mean, these OC pricks
especially with their goomahs
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and their prostitutes.
Emotional cripples.
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His buddy on the force saw some
car out by Napoleon's diner
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a couple weeks ago.
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And I remembered
how your goomah lives up there.
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But you have to go.
This is the inner sanctum here.
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I'm not just a relative anymore.
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You think Paulie and his goomahs
ever get invited to dinner
with him?
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As for the assets,
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you've given me your tax returns
and investments here?
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The house is in my name.
Not the boat.
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That's the...
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♪ (BASS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
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Yes.
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-Tone.
-TONY: Jesus Christ, relax.
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-What the fuck you doin' here?
-Taking the Stugots.
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Putting 'em
in the marina next door.
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IRINA PELTSIN: (THROUGH PHONE)
My religious medal,
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I look everywhere
and I think I lost it.
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I think it's in the Stugots.
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Stugots? Fucking goomba trash.
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This whole shoreline
is turning into
the Gulf of Sorrento.
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Hey, buddy! Turn it down!
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You want my DVD player?
You can watch Grumpy Old Men.
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You're gonna be a fucking
funny boy, too, now, huh?
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Hey, you're Sopranos...
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Yeah, but, Jackie, you go around
hoping you and your uncle
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could settle a thing
just the two of you.
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Not being invited to a fucking
sitdown.
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♪ (UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
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Thought he was in line
to be boss.
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Now, he's gotta take orders
from somebody
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-who used to fetch him
his sambuca.
-Hey. Fuck him.
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Is he gonna sitdown or not?
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Johnny Sack wants a sitdown
tomorrow night.
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We're down there for 24 hours
to set up the sitdown
with my uncle.
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I want a sitdown then
with Ralph. Fucking thief.
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Get this Fernandez Paving
bullshit dealt with.
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Now, I won't call it a sitdown
because of
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the inclement
negative implications.
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Let's think of it as...
a meeting of minds.
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You're just pissed that I went
against you at the sitdown.
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Come on. Get the fuck
out of here and stop
wasting my time.
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All right,
you know why we're here.
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So, any doubts or reservations,
now is the time to say so.
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No one will think
any less of you.
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'Cause once you enter
this family...
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♪ (BASS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
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...there's no getting out.
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Family comes before everything
else.
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Everything.
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The Carnegies
and the Rockefellers.
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They needed worker bees
and there we were.
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But some of us didn't wanna
swarm around their hive
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and lose who we were.
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We wanted to stay Italian
and preserve the things that
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meant something to us.
Honor and family and loyalty.
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The old way. We keep it silent.
Putting the family first.
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You stay within the family.
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Anybody got any questions?
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Not personal questions
relating to yourself,
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but about the family.
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It's a thing of honor.
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And, God forbid, if you get sick
or something happens
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and you can't earn,
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we'll take care of you,
'cause that's a part of it.
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What do you think Dad does
for a living?
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Waste management.
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Do you know any other
garbage men who live in a house
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like this?
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Uncle Jackie.
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Why do we call him "uncle"
when he's not even related?
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He's in Dad's other family.
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TONY: It's Saint Peter,
my family saint.
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Now, as that card burns,
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so may your soul burn in Hell,
if you betray your friends
in the family.
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I would not deliver him
up to them.
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I am offering him the same
protection that I would offer
any of you.
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In similar circumstances,
we are a family.
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And even in this fucked up
day and age,
that means something.
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So we're gonna deal with this
as a family.
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Now, rub your hands together
like this.
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And repeat after me.
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-May I burn in Hell...
-May I burn in Hell...
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-...if I betray my friends.
-...if I betray my friends.
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Congratulations.
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(CLAPPING)
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(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)***
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♪ ("ODE TO JOY"
BY BEETHOVEN PLAYS) ♪
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Here he is!
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-Oh!
-Ey!
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Oh.
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Oh, piss it away
and flack your fucking asshole.
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Oh!
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Oh!
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Fucking Grandpa Munster
over here.
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(ALL LAUGHING)
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-Yeah, thirty-six! Oh!
-(ALL EXCLAIMING)
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-You don't tell nobody.
-Oh, Bobby.
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The fuck you talking about?
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You know what I'm talking about,
you chief fuck!
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Oh!
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Oh, I suppose you let
a certain element
into your world,
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-you're asking for it.
-Oh!
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(CHUCKLES)
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Oh. Oh, oh!
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-Are you being straight with me?
-Oh! Pussy!
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Oh, Mr. Sensitive now.
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Chief. Oh!
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I don't know what to say.
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-Don't say anything, just eat.
-Oh!
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Fuck you, Santa!
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ALL: Oh!
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You worry he's gonna soak you
for an extra pencil?
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Oh! Rim shot.
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Do me a favor, huh?
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Hold this.
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-(GROANS)
-ALL: Oh!
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Oh.
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-Oh!
-Oh!
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-Oh!
-Oh.
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-Oh!
-Oh!
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Oh!
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Oh!
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Ohhh.