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That boob pic is up in the Cloud now.
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My boob is in the Cloud, y'all.
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Sophie, I didn't know how to tell you.
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You wanted to marry me for a green card?
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See, I thought you were marrying me for my bod.
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Or for my connections at The Container Store, or...
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I mean, I taught you how to read!
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Sophie, I can explain.
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No, no, no. The wedding's off.
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Oh, no.
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What the hell am I going to do with all those pigeons
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that I had painted wedding white?