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Now what am I going to do? Stacy's in the building.
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Well, you could move to Narnia and run that branch,
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you pathological liar.
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Max, this is not how I want people to see me,
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or smell me, quite frankly.
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We have to get rid of the salami, the chandelier,
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and the Sophie.
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This is our dream, not hers.
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Okay, fine, I'll tell her.
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Hey, Sophie, can we talk to you?
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Good news, girls.
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Now we sell scratchers.