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-What up, Fez?
-What's up, man?
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Yo, can I get two
of the rolling papers, too, bro?
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Yo, man,
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I don't know what's been
going on
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with you, Rue,
and Jules and shit...
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But you should know,
I really do care about her.
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Aren't you like her drug dealer?
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Nah, man.
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Well, you're in a relationship?
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Nah, bro,
that's like my family.
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So, it's platonic.
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Look, man,
all I'm saying is
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leave her and her friends alone.
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Is that a threat?
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-Nah, I'm just telling you.
-Or what?
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We're not gonna be having
this conversation.
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Fezco, let's get this straight.
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You're like half a retard.
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You dropped out of school at 20,
and now you're a gangster.
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What are you like,
fucking Tony Montana?
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What's the plan?
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Hmm?
Gonna be living in a mansion?
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Fucking, pet tigers and shit?
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Go fuck yourself.
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Listen, bro.
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All I'm saying, you keep fucking
with Rue and her friends,
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and I'ma kill you.
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It's gonna be 5.75, playboy.
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-(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
-(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
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(REGISTER CLANGS)