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I can't unhear that kind of shit.
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Quiet, please.
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-I'm in the gap. - Oh, that's cool.
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Can you pick me up a polo and a pair of chinos?
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I'll pay you back.
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The gap is the space between my thoughts, Hank.
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Oh, so you're forgoing millions of quatloos
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to explore your mental taint?
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I don't wanna make music anymore.
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What's the fucking point, really?
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I just want to--
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I just wanna garden.