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| Look, Brad baby, listen to what I'm saying, man. I can't stay up here any longer! My arms are killing me. | |
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| Jesus, Jesus! You don't know how much this is helping your career. I swear, if you can just put up with it for another millenium, you'll be a superstar. Look, as your agent, you've gotta trust me. | |
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| I do trust you, babe, but I don't care about the publicity anymore. I want to get laid and eat sushi. It's hard being me and I don't think it's worth it. | |
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| You can't give up now, man you're a hit! You've got people fighting wars over you! Wars! Elvis didn't even get that far. Ha! Look what ended up happening to him! | |
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| He got high, fucked a bunch of people, and, most importantly, wasn't nailed to a fucking cross in the desert? | |
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