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- I borrowed it from Orson a while back. - Thank you.
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So where's that chippendale dancer
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you hired to fix your house?
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If you mean my contractor, his name is Keith,
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and I had to let him go.
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Why? You catch him, uh, grating cheese on his abs?
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It just wasn't working out.
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Must've been pretty bad for you
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to kick that shirtless wonder out of your front yard.
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I was finally reaching my target heart rate on my walk.
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You mean at your age, you still have urges to--
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I'm not dead, Bree.