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Hey, fathead. Quit slopping down food for a second. Make me a plate.
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I'm gonna wash my hands, and make you a dynamite plate.
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I know you like hot sauce on your collard greens. That's...
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Come here to Papa.
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Uncle Russell.
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Have you seen a little pill, pill bottle with some valium in it?
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Is that a yes or...
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God, don't scare me like that.
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Shit tastes like it got nuts in it. Shit.
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I'm sure we'll start again soon.
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Dr Barnes! Dr Barnes!
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Let's go back inside.