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Okay.
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Thanks, Grams.
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- And you tell Jerry... - Hey!
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- Come on! - That if he doesn't pay me back that five grand he stole,
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I'm going to send my ex-husband Ronnie over
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to gouge his eye out with a grapefruit spoon.
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Hey, your time is up! Let's go!
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So what were you like, five or six years behind me in school?
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Uh... eight, I think.
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Jesus.
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- I'm an old lady. - Yeah.
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I was thinking the same thing.