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 | So, how's it going? How's Clint tonight? | |
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| Fine I guess. What the f#*k you talking about? | |
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| Oh, some partners have told me he's been drinking on the job. Do you smell booze on him? Don't make it obvious or nothing, but go smell him. | |
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| You f#*king smell him, hooker. You're the manager. I get paids like $7 an hour. $7 don't get you no kind of scent detection suite. | |
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| Well, I want to catch him, but my fat ass ain't driving all the way over there if he ain't even been drinking. Can't you spike his latte or something? | |
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| f#*k you, white trash. I will punch you right in the face. RIGHT IN THE FACE. | |
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