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News?
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Afghanistan, the war.
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Your son --
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what's his name?
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Misha.
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Oh, Martha, where's that contingency report I asked for?
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It's in the mail robot.
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I tried to get it out, but it's jammed again.
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Oh, for crying out loud, give me the keys.
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God damn it to hell!
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Hey, sweetie.
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Breakfast for dinner?