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Charlie: How high are you?
Angle dust: Mm, I don’t know how to say it in feet.
Vaggie: No, she's asking what drugs are you on.
Angle Dust: Oh, antidepressants, why?
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Vaggie: Anyone d-
Sir pentious: Depressed?
Angel dust: Drained?
Egg boys: Dumb?
Husk: Disliked?
Vaggie: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...
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Vaggie: Are you okay?
Charlie, crying: Yeah, it was just the onions.
Vaggie: *Picks up an onion* What the fuck did you say to Charlie?
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Sera: If you think I’m playing favorites, you’re wrong. I love all of you equally!
Sera, earlier: I don’t care for Adam.
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