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Max, take it down.
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You're gonna "whoosh" you did later.
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No, Deke. I mean, look at this table.
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Seven forks and ten knives, for what?
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You know what we have at our apartment?
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Five chopsticks and a spork from Kentucky fried chicken,
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and we do fine.
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We don't need to sit here and gravel--
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Grovel. Whatever...
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For your money or their approval.
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All I can say is, you rich people are lucky
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those cops took my BB gun. Let's go, Caroline.