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All right, I'll go home and get my helmet.
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You don't need a helmet, man, they don't hurt.
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I have a very sensitive skull, Will.
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Sometimes even my beanie makes me sore.
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But I suffer for fashion.
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Yeah. I think it's time we talked about that fashion.
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Hello.
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- Hi. - Are you all right?
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Battle wound. Well, balcony wound.
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I'm sorry that my stupid neighbor ruined our scene.
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Well the play ends with a double suicide,
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so all things considered, it could have been a lot worse.