| A conversation takes place between Jackson and Carl that night. |
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 | Why don't you look at me when I speak to you? | |
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| 'Cause man, I'm the bartender. 'Sides you ain't looking at me anyway. | |
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| Here we go again. You think your so special because your a bartender. | |
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| No, I think I'm special 'cause I'm half black. 'Sides you think your special 'cause you work in an office. | |
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| Man who are we kidding? We're both frozen in time, unable to talk to each other face to face, and stuck at jobs we hate. | |
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| I know, I hate myself. | |
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