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| Stan, baby, I know I haven’t come through for you in a while, but I’ve lined up the perfect comeback vehicle for you. It’s a Western with a modern twist. | |
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| And they said I’d never work in pictures again after I mistook Hillary Swank for Dolph Lundgren at Jon Lovitz’s weenie roast. | |
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| So what’s the role? A tall, shadowy stranger that passes through town after town like a westward wind? A rugged antihero at war with himself and the demons that possess his every thought? | |
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| Close. You’re auditioning for unnamed groomsman number four in “Oops, I Married a Cow!†| |
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| Heard ya missed me, Hollywood. Well, I’m back. | |
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