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| So will you take the job, Cuba Gooding, Jr., professional assassin? I need someone killed. I wanted to be a pretend whore, not a real whore. | |
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| Calm down, sweet stuff. First off, ya gotta show me the money! | |
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| Alright, you really have to stop doing that. | |
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| Now you sound like Skeet Ulrich when we were filming Chill Factor. | |
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