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I heard about your vag-accident.
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Look, if you need to see a doctor,
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my cousin in Florida is a good one,
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but then again, the bumpy bus ride might kill you.
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No, no, it'll be fine, Earl.
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I'm icing it. I just have to keep it cold.
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We're out of ginger ale.
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I think you mean the ginger ale is out of you.
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Max, let me get that for you.
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I feel like it was kind of my fault.
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Kind of?
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Was Lincoln's death