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All right, bye.
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Pick up... table ten.
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I watch you over there.
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Much sexual tension with deadbeat bartender.
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He's not just a bartender. He's a street artist.
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And all I did was bite a piece of celery.
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When I think of all the times I asked you to bite my celery...
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And nothing.
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Okay, my side work's done, and my tables are all caught up.
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So, tell me, did you give Peach the card?
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- No, I didn't. - Why?
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It was like my mouth wouldn't let me do it.