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I can see that.
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One, two, three bikinis.
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Is your friend being buried at sea?
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Stop it. I'm gonna be late.
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Late for what? Weekend getaway with Bree?
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Damn it, gaby. I forbade you to see her.
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Well, that was your first mistake. What did you expect?
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I expected you to choose me!
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You know, ever since we moved to this street,
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and--and you got so tight with those women,
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I always feel like you put them first.
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You know that's not true.