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Well, that's a shame.
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Well, see, I, I made you some brownies.
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I thought maybe I could come in and we could talk.
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My fight's not with you, son.
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It's not. Never has been.
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It's just that girl with her seductive quirkiness
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and you being motherless and all.
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May I come in?
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No, ma'am. I, I don't think so.
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Did I hear you correctly just then, Ethan?
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Do I have to ask you again? May I come in?
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No, ma'am, you may not.