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I mean you break up with Janice. I'll break up with Tony.
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You're breaking up with Tony?
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I know. He's sweet, but it's just not fun anymore.
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I don't know if it's me or his hunger strike. I don't know.
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Does anybody want anything else?
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Yeah. Last week you had a wonderful nutty, chocolate-y, kind of cake-y pie thing that...
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Nothing. I'm fine.
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What's the matter? Why so scrunchie?
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It's my father. He wants to give me a Mercedes convertible.
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That guy, he burns me up.
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Yeah, well, it's a Mercedes if I move back home.
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It was horrible! He called me "young lady."