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Harry, he can't hold his liquor.
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I don't know about that. I don't buy it.
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Hey, Harry.
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Nice catch!
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Oh, no, Laura. That's not your drink.
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I know. It's Harry's. And it's all puree, no tequila.
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Hey, bartender, have you been pouring these for Harry all night?
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Uh, yes, ma'am. I mean, yes.
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Biggest night of his life.
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Shouldn't he actually be getting drunk?
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Well, he either doesn't
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want people to know that he's a lightweight,