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Okay.
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Digg's my guy.
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Thank you.
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Sorry to give you so much grief.
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I served three tours in Afghanistan, Mr. Queen.
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You don't even come close to my definition of grief.
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But I tell you what...
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you ditch me one more time,
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no one will have to fire me.
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Where're you going?
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Uh... somewhere loud and smoky.
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And don't bother trying to pickpocket my stash this time,