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- I've never been... to Atlanta. Irene.
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Tell me the secret.
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Carla's engaged.
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You have to tell Carl.
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Have to tell him what?
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I'm not gonna make the, uh, faculty roundup.
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Sparks are flying with Carla,
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she wants a private meeting.
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Looks like I'll be spending my lunch hour writing a casual sonnet.
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You can't tell Carl.
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Damn it, woman, make up your mind.
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I don't want to be the other woman.