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600
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Morty
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Mmm! M-M-My-my-my Grandpa Rick sent me!
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601
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Poncho! That's quite enough.
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602
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Morty, that's Poncho. Another man and a girl walk into the room. This is Roger and Annie.
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603
| 3
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Morty
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staring sheepishly at Annie Oh...
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604
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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And I am Dr. Xenon Bloom.
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605
| 3
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Rick
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Hey Bloom, it's Rick. What the hell's goin' on here?
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606
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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I don't know why, but the entire security system has shut down. And I'm afraid the exhibits are unlocked.
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607
| 3
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Morty
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Exhibits?
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608
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Anatomy Park's greatest attraction, young man, isn't the music or the food or the Pirates of the Pancreas.
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609
| 3
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Rick
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Watch it.
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610
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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It is first and foremost a living museum of humanity's most noble and ferocious diseases.
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611
| 3
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Morty
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Diseases?!
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612
| 3
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Poncho
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Hey Doc, I have news for ya. Hepatitis A lumbers towards the group. Your living museum is officially a wild safari!
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613
| 3
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Roger
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Hepatitis A! Run!
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614
| 3
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Jacob
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Oh... leans over and wipes some food from Joyce's mouth with a napkin The food goes in your mouth, girl!
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615
| 3
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Jerry
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Aha... I'm sorry Jacob, I guess I'm still confused about the precise nature and origin of your relationship with my parents. Are you like a—Are you like their caretaker? Is that what it is?
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616
| 3
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Joyce
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We can go into detail later, son.
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617
| 3
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Leonard
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Now wait, there, there's no point to secrecy. Let's all live and die honestly. Your mother and I have shared forty years of each other, mind, body, and soul. Jerry and Jacob smile at each other, but when Jacob looks away, Jerry's smile becomes a glare. And when minds and souls are joined for eternity, and when eternity is at the door, it's an invitation to let go of the body, and an opportunity to share and experiment.
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618
| 3
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Jerry
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Dad, please, what are you saying?
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619
| 3
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Beth
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Whatever it is, it's beautiful Leonard. glares at Jerry And we support you.
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620
| 3
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Jerry
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Speak for yourself! Because it, heheh, it sounds like you're about to say Jacob is your lover.
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621
| 3
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Leonard
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No no no no no no. Jerry sighs in relief. Jacob is your mother's lover. Jerry again looks disturbed. I watch them. Sometimes from a chair, sometimes from a closet. Almost always dressed as Superman.
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622
| 3
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Jacob
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Oh... reaches across the table and puts a hand atop theirs
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623
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Jacob
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Jerry, this ham's got to be all you, right? It's in-cred-i-ble.
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624
| 3
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Summer
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smirks Happy human holiday, Dad.
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625
| 3
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Poncho
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AHHHHHH!
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626
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Hepatitis won't follow us into the respiratory system!
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627
| 3
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Roger
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That's strange... taps the meter Air flow is down twenty percent.
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628
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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So the brain isn't getting enough oxygen. That's why security is offline.
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629
| 3
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Morty
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W-Well, I guess we better check it out.
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630
| 3
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Alexander
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Hey, wait for me! removes the head of his costume
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631
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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points his cane at Alexander Put that back on!
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632
| 3
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Roger
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If we got up to the bronchial catwalk, we could look for blockage.
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633
| 3
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Morty
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raises his hand I'll go. glances at Annie Heheh...
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634
| 3
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Poncho
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Don't be a hero, kid.
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635
| 3
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Morty
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I'm not. I'm doin' it because it's fun. he hops from frond to frond
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636
| 3
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Poncho
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cocks his gun We shouldn't be here.
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637
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Whatever you do, don't fire that thing in here! We must save Ruben. This is my life's work.
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638
| 3
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Annie
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Ah!
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639
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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It's alright, my dear. Nearly all human lungs contain a strain of this bacteria, but the scar tissue... prods it with his cane, seeing something has escaped from the scar tissue ...keeps them dormant. looks up toward Morty, who is getting close to the catwalk Morty! Get down!
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640
| 3
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Morty
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Whoa! grabs hold of the catwalk as a fluid drips down onto it Whoa!
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641
| 3
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Morty
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Oh! What are those things?!
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642
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Tuberculosis, coming in fast!
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643
| 3
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Poncho
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raises gun and starts shooting at the disease Not faster than a bullet! Ahh!
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644
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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grabs Poncho's arm No! Do you know what you've done?!
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645
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Get to the digestive tract! He's coughing!
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646
| 3
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Alexander
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Waaaah! Don't let me die!
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647
| 3
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Rick
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Just take a deep breath, Ruben.
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648
| 3
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Morty
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You're not gonna die! What's your name?
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649
| 3
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Alexander
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My name is... his hand slips from Morty's and he's coughed up ALEXANDEEEEEEEER!
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650
| 3
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Morty
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Rick! Ruben's got tuberculosis!
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651
| 3
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Rick
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Oh, great work, Morty. pulls a massive syringe form his lab coat I'll just cure it, and then—
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652
| 3
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Rick
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Okay. Well I can't cure death. This is bad, Morty. You're trapped in a dead man. Listen, if the situation keeps darkening, do yourself a favor—
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653
| 3
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Rick
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—and hop by Pirates of the Pancreas. Obviously I'm biased, but, I think it's great, Morty.
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654
| 3
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Rick
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sitting in a lounge chair, pulls out a flask It's a bunch of pirates runnin' around a-a-a- pancreas. We don't whitewash it either, Morty. The pirates are really rapey. The top priority is to get you guys out of there, but I'm just saying, if that becomes impossible—
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655
| 3
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Rick
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—please, you gotta treat yourself.
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656
| 3
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Morty
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Geez, what's that horrible smell?
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657
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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You mean the Panda Express? chuckles Kidding, I-I'm kidding. As he speaks, Poncho and Roger stock up on bottled water from the Panda Express. The body is beginning to constrict and fill with gas. We're inside a corpse, my boy. Anatomy Park is doomed.
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658
| 3
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Morty
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Forget about the park, Doctor! How do we get out?!
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659
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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The digestive tract is the evacuation route. Get it? There's an emergency station in the colon with a ray that can enlarge us all.
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660
| 3
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Morty
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Everybody! Get to the colon!
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661
| 3
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Poncho
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Now I'm takin' orders from a twelve-year-old boy?!
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662
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Morty. The scar sacs containing the tuberculosis were sabotaged. This disaster was an inside job. Keep your eyes on Annie. She was written up several times by her manager at the churro stand.
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663
| 3
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Roger
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Intestines are ahead to the left. Then the right. Then left. Et cetera.
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664
| 3
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Morty
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Hey, just so you know, I-I'm actually fourteen. So, you know...
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665
| 3
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Annie
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What?
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666
| 3
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Morty
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Not twelve.
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667
| 3
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Annie
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Okay.
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668
| 3
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Morty
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Because he just said I was twelve.
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669
| 3
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Annie
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Oh. Good for you.
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670
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Rick
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through speakerOh. Oh, Morty. Strike one.
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671
| 3
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Morty
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slumps forward Nnn...
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672
| 3
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Animatronics
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singing It's a road of laughter, a trail of food. It's a pathway that breaks up the fat in food. It's a tube in the chest and it sends out the rest. It's a small, small intestine!
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673
| 3
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Roger
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It goes on like this for miles...
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674
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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excitedly And then we get to the large intestine!
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675
| 3
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Poncho
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Shh. shines flashlight I hear something.
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676
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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whispers Don't move. Gonorrhea can't see us if we don't move.
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677
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Wait! I was wrong! I was thinking of a T-rex.
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678
| 3
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Annie
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We're sitting ducks!
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679
| 3
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Morty
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Doc! Didn't you say the body was filling up with gas?
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680
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Yes. Why?
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681
| 3
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Poncho
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Kid! You're a genius! pulls out a match
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682
| 3
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Dr. Bloom
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Are you mad?!
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683
| 3
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Morty
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grabs Annie's hand Everybody! In here!
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684
| 3
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Poncho
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Hey Gonorrhea! How's this for a burning sensation?
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685
| 3
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Summer
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singing Drummer, drum, drum, drum! Drummer, drum, drum drum drum, Christmas drums!
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686
| 3
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Leonard
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Oh, Summer. Sing it! Haha.
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687
| 3
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Summer
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Christmas drums being played by a boy!
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688
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Beth
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Jerry, come on. This is what you wanted.
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689
| 3
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Jerry
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I get it, Beth. Be careful what you wish for. I'm being punished for taking your iPad.
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690
| 3
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Beth
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What? Jerry, let that stuff go, okay? I'm sorry I was a bitch earlier. Let's just be here.
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691
| 3
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Ethan
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Ugh... Summer!
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692
| 3
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Summer
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stands up Ethan, what are you doing here?
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693
| 3
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Ethan
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I've been texting you for hours. What the hell?!
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694
| 3
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Summer
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I don't have my phone! I'm doing a human holiday!
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695
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Ethan
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Did you even consider how that might make me feel?
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696
| 3
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Summer
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How you feel? Why is everything always happening to you?!
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697
| 3
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Jerry
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stands up Summer, do you have a boyfriend?
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698
| 3
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Ethan
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Yeah, do you, Summer?
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699
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Summer
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I don't know Ethan, do I?
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