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Now, come on, stop it.
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Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone.
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Oh, I won't! Who would I tell?
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Come on, it's me!
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Okay, one's a decoy turkey for the upstairs fridge.
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The real turkey will be downstairs in the walk-in.
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Bobby...
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It's a good plan, right?
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- Yeah. - Yeah, I thought of it.
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- You, my smart guy. - Sometimes.
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Devious little turkey roaster in the bedroom.
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Well, well, maybe a little bit.