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Fine. Have it your own way, Tom.
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Come on, Jordan.
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Will you join us, Mr. Gatsby?
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Two bottles of whiskey. Wrap them in a towel.
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Come on, Nick!
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Mr. Gatsby, would you be good enough to take my coupe,
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and I'll drive everyone else in your circus wagon.
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I don't think there's much gas, old sport.
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No, plenty of gas.
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Well, if I run out, I'll stop at a drugstore.
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I hear you can buy anything at a drugstore nowadays.
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You take Nick and Jordan.