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Elevator's down there. Go to the third floor.
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Thanks.
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Third floor.
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That's where you'll find my perfect dead body.
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And when they lay me on the gurney,
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preferably by the strong hands of a strapping EMT...
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...just remember, Backstrom,
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you don't always tell me the truth, either.
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Our relationship isn't based on truth.
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It's based on trust.
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Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.
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We tell each other what the other needs to know.