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| Shit boys. That was just about the sorriest fucking routine I've ever laid eyes on. Who taught you to dance? Your horses? | |
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| Sorry, boss. We ain't too good at this fancy stuff. Say, why didn't we do Annie Get Your Gun, or Oklahoma, anyway? | |
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| Roscoe's right. Who the fuck picked A Chorus Line? | |
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| I ain't puttin' on them goddamn tights again, I'll tell you what. | |
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