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| I remember you! You were suspended from the ceiling and having sex with my wife at that dumpy bar in Tijuana. | |
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| Wait just a darned minute, Mac. I happen to be an entertainer. | |
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| Oh, so it wasn't sex...it was entertainment, was it? | |
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| Yeah! So what now? You all pissed off cause I did yer wife as part of my act, huh? | |
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| Who cares about THAT shit? I'm from the Actors Union. Now let's see that Actors Equity Card, Barrymore! | |
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