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As you stare into the vacuum
of his eyes

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-And says to you would you like to
- So don't tell me.

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Make a deal
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How does it feel
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How does it feel
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- To be without a home
- Chippies.

:40:27
You know why they call 'em that? Because
they like to chip away at you, man.

:40:31
Take a little chip. That's your
art form. That's your talent.

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Just like a rolling stone
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Oh, God.
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Excuse me, Mr Dobie, uh,
I-I just wanna tell ya, man, like,
I'm kinda like an artist myself.

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When I look at your stuff,
I just wanna divorce my wife.

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- I mean, like, thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.

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- Can I have a white wine, please?
- Sure.

:41:25
- There you go.
- Thank you.

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- What was that?
- I wanted to touch you for good luck.

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- For me?
- No, for me.

:41:50
Maybe some of it'll rub off, um--
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Are you an artist?
:41:57
You're an artist.
I'm a painter.


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