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- Naomi, get a license. - Okay.
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Good luck.
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What was that? Who are you?
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I'm just a ragged-trousered stranger with a crazy hat.
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Oh, my God.
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Arthur, your safari into the pointless ends now.
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Get in the car.
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No. It's okay. Uh, Hobson can't tell me what to do.
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Yes, I can. I work for his mother.
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Get in the car. Bitterman, open the door.
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- Bitterman, close that door. - Get in the car.
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- Not you, Bitterman. - Yes, you, Bitterman.