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| Freshen you may, my child. Bless you. | |
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| Scott, you shouldn't be drinking. We're on the job. | |
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| Lighten up, Vivian. This is Las Vegas. Grab a drink. Place a bet. Take in a show. You know what they say... | |
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| "But when the righteous turneth away from his righteousness... and doeth according to all the abominations that the wicked man doeth... In his sin that he hath sinned... shall he die?" | |
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| Man, you are such a buzzkill. | |
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