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| Bob, we can't keep seeing each other like this. | |
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| My husband's getting suspicious of the tree disguises. | |
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| But it's Christmas, and we fit in with your tree over there perfectly, Marsha. | |
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| Um, we don't have a Christmas tree, Bob. | |
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| So that three behind us is really... um... bye! | |
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