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Good shot there from Tate!
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A lot of people say girls love money and that's not entirely true.
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I'm not sure if that's true.
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No! No! Text him.
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Message him. He must be.
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Hopefully. Come!
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Here! Here! Here!
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He's here! He's here! He's here!
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Wrong train, bro!
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Jesus! What are you doing?
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Cool. Bro, there were two trains you got on the wrong one.
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I gave you instructions.
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Now, all these small cameras at the same time, you can buy tickets from the guy in the car.
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Just get on the table.
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I got his bag.
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What's the emergency?
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The crew is emergency.
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We left the chicken shit bullshit.
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Don't. Oh, you take your mask off, pussy.
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We're not in fucking Western Europe anymore.
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The Czech guy came and he said, oh, we don't have masks.
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He goes, in Czech Republic, no masks.
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They're not homos here. They also reopened the food cart.
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We can get beers. Only the Germans are like, oh, we're scared.
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We're scared of the virus.
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So it's concluded. The Germans are pussies.
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Pussies! It's concluded. The Czechs reopened the food cart, said take your masks off, and gave us our fucking beers.
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This was an actual emergency meeting.
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It was an emergency meeting. This was very good. This was an emergency.
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I did not know. Finish your beer.
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Why are we here?
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Boozing! No, but we keep fucking beer.
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I take it back.
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I take it back. Czech is horrible.
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Germans trying to oppress us.
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You don't want to be here. They're trying to oppress us and stop us living our lives.
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This is your own personal hell.
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Yeah. We're going to meet my friends later.
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My fucking fantastic friends.
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Nobody likes you. Nobody likes you.
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Wait. You can't have friends.
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Nobody likes you. I have friends in the Czech Republic who will destroy you.
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This is not Obama.
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This is not San Diego.
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This is not San Francisco.
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This is the Czech Republic.
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And you're going to fucking drink like you're in the Czech Republic.
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I mean, you can't drink like you're in fucking San Francisco.
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Ooh, I had half a Budweiser last week, bro.
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I'm so drunk. Hey, man, I played six rounds of beer pong with my buddy.
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I had to have two sips. Oh, man, I got a pounding headache.
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Anyone got any Adderall?
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So, they ran out of beer, but they do have cider.
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You know what? I bet Luke loves a fucking cider, doesn't he?
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You know, mister, I don't really like alcoholic drinks.
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I bet he fucking loves it. It's the same alcohol as beer, isn't it?
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Yeah, same alcohol, but smaller can.
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Smaller can is perfect, I agree.
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I agree. He loves this drink.
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He's going to love this cider.
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I'm going to remind myself, I haven't had a cider in a fucking year.
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Remind myself about cider and I'm going to guarantee you that Luke loves it.
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He's gonna fucking love cider. Do I like- He's gonna fucking love cider.
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It's like juice. Finish your can, you cunt.
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Finish your can, you cunt. Finish your can, you cunt.
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Finish your can, you cunt. So I finish the piss, and then I get- Piss?
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Piss is Budvar.
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If a Czech guy was here, he'd punch you in the face.
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I don't know what this is. That's- Budweiser stole their name from Budvar, which was a Czech beer that's like 100 years older than Budweiser.
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And Budweiser also tastes like piss.
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And then they sued Budweiser, and Budweiser had to pay him.
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But Budweiser also tastes like piss.
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Yeah, but you're an American. Finish it and drink your cider.
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Finish your beer! Ah, this is horrible.
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Drink more. We don't care.
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They don't care, do they?
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We don't care. This is horrible.
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I'm telling you guys, don't drink this beer.
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Sorry. Sorry, Czech people.
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It's good feeling. Who wants a straightener?
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The bubbles. Oh, scare the bubbles.
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Typical Luke. The bubbles hit me.
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Typical Luke. The bubbles.
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Drink it up. Beer's horrible. Drink it up.
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I don't like beer. I'd rather do vodka.
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Suck back the bubbles. Alright, down to zero.
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When I verify the can's empty, you get your cider.
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I know. Ah, it's not empty yet.
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The bubbles. I'll tell you what, he'd like more than cider.
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Nothing at all. Water.
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Nah, I think he'll love his cider. Nah, he will.
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He'll love his cider. Finish your fucking- He's never had a fucking apple cider, has he?
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Little fucking- I don't think so.
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Little baby Luke.
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Ah, done. Ah.
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All right. You'll love that.
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Let's go of Cider Man after this.
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Cider. You know what? Can a man drink a cider?
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In England, men drink cider.
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You can drink a pint of cider. He's tasting it.
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In pints only. Ah, that is fucking good.
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That is fucking good.
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No, actually, actually, people, actually, compared to that piss bullshit.
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Take a sip of this as well. Let me try this one.
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What you need is some White Ace.
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All right, this is good. White Lightning.
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I don't know who makes this. Somersby.
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Somersby is a good company.
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Blue English. Take a sip of this. They're English.
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I highly recommend them.
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Take a sip. You'll love this as well. All ciders is the same strength as beer.
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In fact, they're stronger than beer. They're from Somerset.
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Drink it. This one's okay.
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That one's much, much better.
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The apple one's much, much, much better.
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This one's very good. This might be my favorite drink of all time.
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I can hear you everywhere.
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The thing is you snore, Rory.
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I didn't even notice until I heard...
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You know what? Another 4 or 5 seconds of the right hook, straight to the solar plexus.
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Everyone was ready, the camera was out.
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Yeah. I was arming up the arm, getting in the right position.
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I was trying to move out the way. Yeah.
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Getting in the right position for it.
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Thank you, brother. Thank you, bro.
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Hello, bro. Hello, Ron.
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How are you? Good.
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All right, first thing, can I tell you...
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Hey, you know, like that. I love you. Yeah. Okay.
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Yeah.
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Cars.
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So I'm obviously enjoying my Ferrari.
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So I'm filming from inside my Ferrari.
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This is gangster.
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It's great.
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It's great.
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I don't want you.
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How's your stomach? Feeling better?
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I mean, it does, but also...
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I have no idea why that happened.
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Maybe it was the Red Bull. It's got something to sort you out.
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Do you like Cubans?
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Oh, I don't like doing this.
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I don't want to do that.
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Mobile vodka. Nice!
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Professional. I like that.
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Tasteful of Mobile Vodka and Cubans.
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Your move, staggot.
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Body on the move. Why?
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You gotta have your body on the move, mobile.
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Making you a little bit of brekkie. Yeah.
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You need to have body packed and ready at all times.
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Oh, you don't want brekkie. Do you have any body in your bag?
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No. What kind of man doesn't have body in his bag?
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You're a fucking coward.
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You're the worst of men.
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Nobody like us, nobody like us.
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We don't care. We don't care.
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We don't care. Oh, sorry for packing mobile body.
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This is not the one that tastes like pills.
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I know, I know. I know, I know it's not.
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This is pure, deathly poison.
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That one we had in Slovakia was nice.
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It was good. And I like it.
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But I remember this glass. We are in the Czech Republic.
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You see this glass shape? Yes.
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The shape of this glass. Yes.
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And the color of this liquid. Cheers to you too.
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No, I know exactly what this is.
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Look. For those at home, this is pure poison.
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Death. It's death in a bottle.
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It's probably worse than Polinka.
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It probably is. It's a pure, absolute death.
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I remember what it tastes like. It's like pine.
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It's pine, isn't it? Yes.
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Yeah, so I do. So I've had this before.
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He thinks I haven't had this before. I've had it before.
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Luke, you are in the Czech Republic.
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With me. I've done driving for five days.
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I remember now. Oh, I want to have a nice little relaxing drink with my cousin.
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And suddenly, what? You're too good to drink a bit.
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Tristan, think about it. You're too cool to drink with me.
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Guys, listen. The series is cancelled.
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Luke's too cool to hang out with me and drink with me.
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I've had this once in my life.
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I've had this once. Once in my life.
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And you're so cool that that's enough.
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No, but we agree I've had this once in my life.
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It's too cool to drink with you guys. Yet I somehow remember that this is pine.
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And it tastes like pine.
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No, it tastes like pure death.
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Imagine how much drinks I've had.
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Different varieties. Somehow I remember that.
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This is pine. It tastes like death.
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It is death. Yeah. Okay.
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Cheers!
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It's pure love.
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Helmet.
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Yes, yes, yes.
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Fuck it, eat this shit.
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Look, do you know what the magic eye is?
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I do not. Whoop!
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Magic eye. Na zdrave.
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Na zdrave, ciao.
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Ciao, ciao. Brat ce vidimne.
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Na zdrave, ciao.
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Na zdrave, ciao. Na zdrave, ciao. Na zdrave. Luke, what's your magic eye?
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Shit. Magic eye.
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It is magic. Magic eye.
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Okay, done? Done.
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Good. It's alright.
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It's not awful. Not awful at all.
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Why are we here? On a boat.
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Why are we on a boat? It's in all forms of transport.
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Supercars, trains, boats.
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We're on a boat. Planes? Yeah.
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We're on a boat. We're gonna have dinner on a boat.
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They gave us booze as we entered.
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It's for Europe. As soon as you walk on the boat, you have to.
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There's booze everywhere. I know.
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