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When I asked where she got her gloves,
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she said it was a place I wouldn't go to.
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Now you took that as an affront,
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and she was just probably being self-deprecating.
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You know what? I think someone needs a virgin mojito.
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Go grab me some more mint. It's in the fridge.
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- Here's looking at you, kid. - And you.
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You coulda told me you booby-trapped it.
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Oh, yes. Well, that's just how I protect my stash
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from g-men and mobsters.
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- Mm. At least help me reload them. - Right.
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Reload.