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You say, "Tomato," "To-mah-to,"
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I say, "Tomato," "Tomato."
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Oh, hey, Diane, I got you something.
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Oh, plane tickets?
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Yep, to San Francisco.
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That's where the Arbus exhibit is heading next.
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Oh, my God. Thanks, Mr. Peanutbutter.
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Gentlemen, dazzle me.
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What you're about to see is rough, very rough.
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It's a vomit pass at what might become a rock opera.
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Right now, it's set mostly in space,
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but we're not married to that.