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| I'd like to talk to you about something, Mr. Boorite. | |
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| Huh? Make it quick, son, I'm meditating. | |
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| With a beer in your hand? Anyway, what happened to your pants? | |
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| They were shot off in the war, son. | |
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| But can't you just....buy a new pair? | |
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| YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH! | |
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