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You know, when you go to Vegas...
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...you gotta go to Vegas.
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No. Sid.
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- Really? - Come on, we're family now.
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- You sure? I mean, you love this car. - Doug, it's just a car.
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Just make sure to put some Armor All on the tires so the sand doesn't seep in.
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Absolutely. That's easy.
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Oh, and, uh, don't let Alan drive, because there's something wrong with him.
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Understood.
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Oh, and Phil either. I don't like him.
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I will be the only one driving this car. I promise.
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Good.