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That don't look like no invitation
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to the Sona-Hains Dance.
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What do you got cooking up with Lechero, huh?
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It's none of your business, Theodore.
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You want to keep secrets?
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You want to treat me like a pesky insect? Fine.
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Just remember, information, like crumbs,
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always trickles down to the vermin on the floor.
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4:00?
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It's a sketch of Lechero's quarters.
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To be honest, when a tenant pays a year's rent in advance
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and then gets locked up,