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| I understand we're exploding in five minutes because you're depressed. Anything you'd care to talk about? | |
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| I got a "Dear Tex" letter from muh gal, Sally June. She's leavin' me fer a dentist. A gol-durn DENTIST! | |
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| There's no shame in that, Tex. Dentists are manly, virile beasts. Women are always at the mercy of their irresistible masculinity. | |
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| Aren't you the ship's dentist? | |
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