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I don't care about you working with Annabel.
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I told you that. This is for Duggan. He had a heart attack.
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- I don't care about Annabel. - Hey, Lynette.
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Ah. Speak of the devil.
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And I mean that.
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Well, you're becoming a regular fixture around here, aren't you?
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Oh, yeah. I wanted to do something nice for Duggan.
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I suppose filling his bloodstream
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with butter fat might be considered nice.
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Actually, it's fruit juice sweetened. Can I cut you...
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a piece?
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Everyone, I need to see you right now.