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My hotel. It's on Ventura Blvd.
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That's all the way in the Valley.
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How are we supposed to work together if you're an hour away?
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Castle, we weren't supposed to work together at all.
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Okay, look,
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the studio comped me a two-bedroom, four-star suite.
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- You just stay with me. - Yeah, right.
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What? You'll have your own room.
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Uh, no. I am not staying with you.
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Ahh. Worried you can't control yourself when we're alone?
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Actually, it's not me that I'm worried about.
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I assure you, my intentions are pure.