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All right.
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- I'll see you in a few days. - Yeah.
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All right, I'm leaving now. Going on my trip.
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You know, I could die out there, you know?
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Jet-ski accident, a booze-cruise fire.
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My heart could explode from a too-tight banana hammock.
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This could be the last time you see me.
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Fine. Whatever, dog. Later.
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Oh, you think you can fix it just like that, huh?
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Aww, I love you, you son of a bitch!
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Yeah, I love you, too. I love you, too.
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What are we gonna do with us?