:47:00
You're my dream.
:47:08
No, I'm certain.
I've checked again.
:47:11
But maybe you gave me
a weaker one last time.
:47:15
That isn't possible.
They're all the same potency.
:47:18
But something isn't the same.
:47:21
You're becoming adjusted to them.
It's nothing to worry about, OK?
:47:43
- We got a winner!
- We got a winner!
:47:45
She's beautiful,
with a winning sense of humour
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and magical smile.
:47:50
From Brighton Beach, Brooklyn,
let's welcome
:47:54
Mrs. Sara Goldfarb!
:47:55
Juice by Sara!
Juice by Sara! Ohh, Sara!
:48:00
Sara's got juice!
Sara's got juice! Ohh, Sara!
:48:13
love, Tyrone C.
:48:15
Get your shit together.
You made bail.
:48:18
How much?
:48:20
Most of our cash.
You're up for consortin'.
:48:23
oh, shit, man!
:48:25
Angel says there's a war
between the Italians and Blacks.
:48:29
Sal the Geep is keeping the shit
in Florida until Brody's gone.
:48:33
Shit.
:48:34
- No one's got a thing.
- Except Big Tim.
:48:37
Shit. let's go see him.
:48:39
He only givin' up for pussy.
:48:41
What?
:48:43
Pussy. He's hooked on it, man.
:48:46
I'd give him all he wants.
He said I ain't cute enough.