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:14:38
Jonesy, don't try to lift that stuff.
:14:41
- Just go up to the cabin. I'll get that.
- Here, here, look. Big jacket.

:14:46
- Beaver, I'm going in!
- All right, I'll see you in a second!

:14:50
Watch the beer.
:15:02
- Got blown last night.
- Good for you.

:15:06
- First time?
- Bite my bag.

:15:11
Met some lady at bingo, went back
to her place, turned into a nice fuckaree.

:15:15
- As opposed to a fuckarow.
- Obviously.

:15:18
Though I've had perfectly good fuckarees
turn into fuckarows in a flash.

:15:23
- Try Viagra.
- Viagra?

:15:25
I'm practically
at full salute all day.

:15:28
I'm... What do you call it?
Privatic?

:15:32
Prag... Prasmatic?
Henry will know.

:15:35
- You're thinking of fourth grade.
- You're having wood problems?

:15:38
- You haven't tried it, have you?
- Hell, no!

:15:40
Drop that little blue bomb, you're hard
as a Louisville Slugger for 12 hours.

:15:46
Twelve hours?
:15:48
I'm talking Yastrzemski.
You don't have to need it to love it.

:15:52
Bingo? Did you say bingo,
like the game in church basements?

:15:56
- There's trim there.
- Beaver!


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