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Paul: Hey, Ray Cahue, this is Paula.
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LPC: Hey, Paul, how you doing?
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Paul: Good.
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LPC: Yeah, I need to give some broushti, if I could.
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Paul: Excuse me?
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LPC: Bruchotty.
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Paul: Shottie?
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LPC: Yeah.
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LPC: I shot a broushti.
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Paul: Sorry, I can't hear you, man.
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LPC: I need a shot of broushattie.
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Paul: Bouchet?
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LPC: Yeah, Bruchette.
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LPC: Shottie.
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LPC: If I could.
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Paul: Ahh... dude, I can't hear you...
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Paul: You're like breaking up.
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LPC: Yeah, well, how late y'all open, but?
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Paul: Uh, nine o'clock?
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LPC: Cool, I need some Biscati.
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LPC: at Frucetta and Bouchi.
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Paul: [laughs] Okay, are you gonna come in later?
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LPC: You're damn right.
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LPC: I'm gonna hustle up Biscatti.
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LPC: Man, a Cahoochetti.
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Paul: Who is this?
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LPC: Shataki.
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Paul: Huh?
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Paul: Kawasaki.
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Paul: Alright. Hold on, dude, alright?
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LPC: Hold on one second.
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LPC: Now, what is in the pumpkin brew?
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Paul: The what?
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LPC: The pumpkin brew.
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Paul: I don't know.
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Paul: I have no idea what you were talking about.
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LPC: I had it at Thanksgiving.
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LPC: It was coffee.
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Paul: Pumpkin brew?
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Paul: I don't know, I'm new, so.
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LPC: Yeah.
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Paul: Here, I'll just talk to someone else. Hold on, alright?
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LPC: I can't really hold.
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LPC: I don't have a lot of time here.
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Paul: Okay.
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LPC: But, uh...
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LPC: Hey, do you guys, uh...
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LPC: You guys wear wigs down there at all?
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Paul: Do we wait?
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LPC: Do you wear wigs ever?
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Paul: No, we don't wear wigs.
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LPC: What's up?
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Paul: Do you wear wigs?
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Paul: Maybe I do.
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Paul: Huh?
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LPC: Maybe you.
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LPC: Want me to come down and find out, or what?
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Paul: Yeah, so I can fuck ya.
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LPC: How's that sound, man?
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Paul: Yeah, I'm gonna hit ya.
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Paul: I'm gonna hit you.
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LPC: I'm gonna hit you with my kneebone, buddy.
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Paul: Yeah, I'm gonna hit you your throat.
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Paul: Yeah.
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LPC: Yeah, it's exactly right.
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LPC: Precisely, precisely what you're gonna be saying when you're laying on the flippet
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LPC: sidewalk, ohms.
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Paul: Yeah? I'm gonna break your jaw!
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LPC: Shut out.
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LPC: I doubt that.
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LPC: I doubt that shit real seriously, hombre.
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Paul: What the fuck are you?
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LPC: I'm gonna hit you in the cheekbone, man.