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| Look, Bob... you're not working out... the drinking is out of control... you come to work hung over... you leave after shooting two scenes... | |
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| Go puke up your lunch, Calista. It's self-righteous whores like you that make me drink. | |
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| I mean, I don't think you're a bad guy or anything... | |
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| Look, for fuck's sake, Bob, this is Hollywood. If you're going to be addicted to something, it has to be COCAINE. I'm afraid we're gonna have to let you go... | |
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