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talk some sense into this husband of yours.
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Talk, beat, whatever gets the job done.
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Okay. Now is when you wink, rub your hands together,
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and tell me you were playing that man like a fiddle,
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'cause this blank stare...
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that's not fading is scaring the hell out of me.
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I'm not gonna screw over Carlos.
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What's the matter with you?
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Whatever happened to integrity?
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Nothing.
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It got a better offer from Glenn
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and turned into prosperity.