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Congratulations!
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You're Wallflower's new golden couple,
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and we're having a party tonight in your honor.
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After that,
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you both can go crap in the ocean for all I care.
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Lydia, I don't want to be the golden couple.
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And I don't want to crap in the ocean.
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Besides, we didn't meet on Wallflower.
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Don't care. You're doing it.
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Since when is this a part of my job description?
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Right now.
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"Oh, and, hi, Zelda. We've met before."