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| Okay, look... The deal was that you give me the info, and I give you a ticket outta town before the cops roll in. So what's the scoop? | |
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| You're sure we've got a dole, man? I mean, I don't wanna get nailed over... find myself on the short end of the shrimp, you know? | |
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| You've got my word as a private dick. I have the ticket right here in my pocket... so spill it. | |
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| Here's what I know about the hoist... The crock pots took the Gods to the warehouse on 65th street. They're stitched in a crater in the back. | |
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| But wait... THIS is the warehouse on 65th street! You mean to tell me the goods are stashed here? | |
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| No, the "Gods" are "stitched" in the warehouse on 65th street. Weren't you lascerating? Now where's my ticker outta this point? | |
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