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Well, I got...
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I got 200 here, says I nail Scar's chrome-plated ass.
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And when I do,
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you hand that top gun over to me and pour me my first drink.
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PILOT 1: All right, Kat!
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Your lips will never touch the rim, little girl.
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Starbuck! Starbuck!
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We'll see.
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Starbuck! Starbuck!
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PILOT 1: You're no better!
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PILOT 2: STARBUCK!
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Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.