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Who the hell is texting the emergency phone?
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- It's my friend, Tammy. - What?
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Can I just text her back? She'll be really mad if I don't.
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No! You may not text her back, or anyone.
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- Mom! Stop being a boob punch. - Boob punch?
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Your mother's not being a boob punch, Tina.
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That's it. You're grounded.
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"Your three is grass."
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I don't get it.
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Oh. "Your ass is grass."
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- It's not funny. - I didn't say it was funny.
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I just said I figured it out.