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| We were meant to be together. Listen, my mother says we can move into her basement anytime after we get married. | |
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| Married!? Hey, stay right there. Don't move. Make an "L" with your fingers on your forehead to stand for, er, Lisa, yeah, that's it. I'll find you that way. | |
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| See the man holding up the loser sign? Tell him that Lisa got killed. I'm getting the hell out of here! | |
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