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Something brought you here, Flynn Rider.
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- Call it what you will, fate, destiny. - A horse.
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So I have made the decision to trust you.
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A horrible decision, really.
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But trust me, when I tell you this.
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You can tear this tower apart, brick by brick.
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But without my help, you will never find your precious satchel.
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Let me just get this straight.
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I take you to see the lanterns.
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Bring you back home,
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and you'll give me back my satchel?
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I promise.