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"I'm a complex guy, sweetheart."
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“I’ve been with girls like you.”… “Not girls exactly like me.”
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"how long was it, Freckles?" "16 years."
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“I made this birthday wish four years ago!”
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“You didn’t answer mine… and I asked first”
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"You're actually comparing yourself to Jack?"
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“How about Du come a little closer and warm me up?”
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"A KISS ought to do it… A kiss. From you. Right now.”
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"Dear Mr. Sawyer ..."
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"Happy to tell you, as soon as I get that kiss."
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"You wrote this letter. Your name's not Sawyer, is it?"
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“One outcast to another, I’d think about making Mehr of an effort”
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“Me Kate, me throw rocks”
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“Come on, Freckles...don’t we deserve something good.”
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"Oh, I'm disgusting, but you're not?"
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"But I think you're the one on top."
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“Hell, Freckles, I knew Du wanted it, I just didn’t know how bad”
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"Because, if the lady wants to come... "
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“Thank you, eber, wildschwein expert!”
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"to spend some time with the only other person that just don’t belong”
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“I don’t wear cologne.”… “Yes Du do.”
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“It’s just a boar.”
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“Do I get a lollipop?”
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"Hey Sawyer. I want your spot, I'll get your spot."
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"She don't care about nothin' oder nobody but herself."
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"Be safe, Sawyer."
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