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| You're dreaming, and I'm your unborn child. I'm in danger of never being born unless you can stop being such a loser and get a date. | |
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| Yeah. Then I'm going to need you to change my diapers, pay for my education, put up with my shit in my teenage years, buy me a car, put me through rehab... all that stuff. So hop to it. | |
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| A vow of celibacy? What's next? A vow of oxygen consumption? | |
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