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Come on, guys.
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Let's do this, and then you can sleep.
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Let's go, Ben.
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Ok.
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Penelope, you gotta stop staring at her.
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Prentiss wouldn't want us to sulk. You know that.
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I'm not sulking.
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I'm surrounded by testosterone now.
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She would also want us to embrace Seaver.
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I baked.
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Congratulations,
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Gradua?