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I love you, Brenda.
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- Hey! - Dad! Dad!
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You know what your problem is?
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My Mom's a windsock?
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You're too uptight. You need to relax.
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Mom, I'm not uptight. In fact, I'm meeting up
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with friends later to celebrate.
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So. Who knows? It could all get cray-cray.
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Ladies night! I like it.
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You didn't put rapper wheels on it, did you?
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Oh, dad, those are called rims.
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And trust me, you can't afford nice ones.