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Okay.
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Look, Fi, don't shoot.
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Don't shoot. We gotta bet on Mike
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that somehow he kept his cover.
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All right, I'm holding off for now.
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But if they so much as look at her sideways,
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I'm pulling the trigger.
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Ma'am.
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Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Westen,
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but we need to come inside.
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Uh, no.
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Look, I spoke to your boss.