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Yeah.
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Me, too.
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Whoa, Mikey, what...
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Maggie, I want you to sit down.
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Jim, there's a roll of tape in my bag.
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Tear off a strip and put it over Maggie's mouth.
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Do it.
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- I'm sorry, baby. - Oh, my god.
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Now, pick up the phone, call captain Ravello.
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Tell him you're sick
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And I'm filling in for you.
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Now, listen, you son of a bitch, there's no way...