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:16:04
There's spaces
all over the place.

:16:06
Yeah, I know.
That's my point.

:16:08
Dude, I'm gonna gimp it.
I'm not just gonna run in there.

:16:11
God! Just sit here.
I'll work us a deal, okay?

:16:24
One more goddamn maid knocks
on my door askin' about towels--

:16:28
Sorry, Mr. Ellinghouse.
:16:30
Sorry, my ass!
Where's your boss?

:16:33
I want the real manager.
The white one.

:16:36
The one whose first language
is fuckin' English?

:16:38
- Can you understand that?
- Hi. Could I get a room for the night?

:16:42
You can disturb me all you want.
I love towels.

:16:44
- Not done here, friend.
- I know that, amigo. I'm just--

:16:46
I haven't slept in two days.
You'd best not mess with me.

:16:49
- You just take care of your own shit.
- Peace.

:16:52
Tomorrow mornin',
you mark myw ords, asshole--

:16:57
...a long talk
with your manager.

:17:00
Your brown ass is gone.
:17:03
Fuckin' punk.
:17:13
- What a dick.
:17:22
Candy Cane.
:17:25
Candy Cane.
:17:31
Hello?
Candy Cane?

:17:36
- Did you see that fat fucking guy?
- Shh.

:17:40
- Listen.
- Hello, Candy Cane. Are you there?

:17:42
- You are kidding me.
- Can you believe that?

:17:47
- H-Have you talked to him yet?
- No.

:17:50
- I haven't said anything.
:17:52
Anybody out there
know Candy Cane? Come on.

:17:56
What?

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