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I got to go find you some damn friends.
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Just keep your eye on the ball, you little fucker.
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-And you're sure I'll get laid? -Yes.
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Because I haven't gotten any since I got out.
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You'll crush ass. Seven bridesmaids. Biltmore.
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Seven? I want seven vaginae up on my face.
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Do you guarantee that?
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I can't guarantee that, but I'm quite sure that they will want you.
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It's you! Look at you. Come on.
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My mom isn't paying you to talk to your loser friends.
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Loser?
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-Don't talk to Jimmy like that. -What are you doing, Fitz?