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No, of course not. This is Beckett.
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This is Hank Moody.
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- He's a writer and a drinker. - Thank you.
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He's working on that musical with your brother.
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Oh, really?
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I hope that spoiled little ginger's treating you all right.
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Yeah. Now, he's sweet, actually.
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I just got to slap him upside the head every now and then...
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Or give him a titty twister.
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Don't I know it.
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Beckett just got off the road.
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Yeah, Faith's been kind enough to house-sit for me