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Ahem. Excuse me, uh, that's my puck.
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I found it. Finders keepers, losers weepers.
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You gotta do it, man.
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Oh, yeah? Well, I'm rubber, you're glue. Whatever you...
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I can't do it.
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- Listen, uh, give me back my puck. - No.
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- Yes, how about? - No.
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- No, come here. Just give me my puck. - No, no, no.
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SIZEMORE: Hey, no roughhousing in my ER.
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Give me my puck! Unh.
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Now, that was fun.
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ROSS: Okay, Monica.