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I told you not to speak to him.
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I'm not. That's why he's throwing gravel at my window.
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Right, that's it. I'm gonna handle this once and for all.
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Zach, what do you think you're...
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Mrs. Mayer, I am so sorry.
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One pebble wasn't working so I tried a whole handful.
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I'll make it up to you.
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How, will you give me your corneas?
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Mom, lay back.
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I wanted to talk to Julie.
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She hasn't been returning my phone calls.
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Well, I'm here now. What do you want?