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- Your hands. You're twitching. - No, I'm not.
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Alan.
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It's the medication.
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The medication?
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Well, the judge gave me a choice...
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either two years in prison or hormonal therapy.
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Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
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Yes, yes, that's right. Chemical castration.
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To... to cure me of my homosexual predilections.
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Well, of course I chose that. I mean, I... couldn't...
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work in prison, and...
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All right.