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And, since I'm all drugged up on painkillers and being sincere:
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I love you, too.
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I may be planning a mere kiddie pageant--
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please don't get me started about how horrible that is, but...
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it is going to be the best damn kiddie pageant anyone's ever seen.
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Yeah. What we need now are some cupcake bras.
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Mommy, mommy!
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Sorry, she thinks you're the judges.
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She's sucking up so she can win.
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Come on, honey, let's go.
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Silver...
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I'm fine.