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I'm over here. Just doin' my own thing.
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- I'm fine, I'm fine. - Who cares?
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Where's my Bobby?
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You saved us, Linda. Thank God we live in a time
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where women can learn to swim.
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A burial at sea-- it's what the carousel would've wanted.
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We talked about it a lot toward the end.
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My little Fanny-apple!
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My hair's wet!
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Where are they going?
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They're swim-running away!
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They're escaping to Mexico!