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Mm, I can imagine.
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Hey, why'd you blow him off?
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'Cause I didn't want
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to write a fucking Broadway musical, Karen.
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The guy seems like a nutter,
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and I think he might threaten my sobriety.
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Says the guy with whiskey on his breath.
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That was a creative lubricant,
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and it's not working so well.
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No, so don't do -- I got to go.
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So you're refusing to be my muse?
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Oh, sweetie.