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You could cover and I'll get you back.
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You want to do that?
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Of course.
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Why wouldn't I pay for my own kidnapping lunch?
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All right. Bob's Bistro on the Beach.
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Bob's Bistro on the Beach. Here we go.
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Mr. Fischoeder,
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I know you said you weren't gonna sell ever,
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but if you did sell the wharf, you could...
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I told you, Bob, it's off the table.
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Now, uh, what to talk about.
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What do you think of... loose women?