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My cue-pons!
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The fact that you're more worried about your coupons
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than your hair shows how far you've fallen.
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Oh, my God, I can't believe it.
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Max, it's the Williamsburg Cue-pon Queen.
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Where'd she leave her crown, in the minivan?
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This is so exciting. I have to go pay my respects.
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We don't have time for this.
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Just throw the cake mix into the cart
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or we'll miss the train.
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There, calm down, have a treat.
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I'll be right back.