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Ask for Dr. Neil Fibrian.
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Mention Reficul and Captain Frank Sanders.
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Come on.
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Please please please please please.
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All right.
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Go on, get out of here.
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Thank you.
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You are an amazing human being.
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Miss Crandall, get me Edgewater.
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If I give you a shot of this, with your body weight, it will kill you dead.
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So I'm gonna give you a break, you mutt.
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I'm gonna give you a break.
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I'm gonna let it go in through your skin.
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Your skin's as smooth as a baby's ass.
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There you go.
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Yeah.
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That's right.
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You are really something.
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You are the heir apparent, aren't you?
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But you're not.
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You're the stepbrother.
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We're gonna take your daddy and chop him up and sell him by the pound.
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Oh, yeah, we are.
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There you go.
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Yeah, fear.
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It's all fear.
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How do you feel about coulrophobia?
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Hmm?
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How do you feel about clowns?
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The minute man stood on his hind legs he was terrified.
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We've been living with that every since.
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We gotta shed light into the darkness of ignorance and abuse.
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When I was at that crime scene it smelled like sulphur.
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Sulphur, eh?
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Then it really should take the game up.
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The only game I'm good at is drinking.
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You know, life can't be all theological essays, archeological digs and ancient code-cracking any more than your life can be.
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Bring on the usual suspects.
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What's wrong?
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Upsetting?
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Can we get to the point, please?
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More lessons on the Ancient Hebrew.
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Another child missing, I presume?
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You know, it took me weeks to find out what this ancient text really meant.
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I doubt if there are 10 souls on earth who would know those symbols.
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The text is from the Chiseled Tomb of the Nephilim... angels gone bad, a rather unsavory lot who bedded all the women and produced a new race of men.
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And you believe in this crap?
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Do you?
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You smelled sulphur.
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In any event, Nephilim owners today would be a nigh unstoppable force.
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So I should watch my back?
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And your step.
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And, Alex, give up the Scotch.
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Seems the long-standing feud between my loyal attack dog Barro and Russo is finally coming to a head.
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Leaving so soon, Russo?
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A coward dies many times before his death.
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Fuck you, Barro.
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The valiant die but once.
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From soldier to Edgewater patient on to Gordian Labs C.E.O.,
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Frank Sanders's rise was meteoric.
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But his ego is eating him alive.
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I am gonna flip this mutt.
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Thank you for joining me today, gentlemen.
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Hold on, please.
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Colbert knows about Reficul.
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What?
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We should have killed the boy.
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According to you, bringing Deborah here was necessary for us.
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"Us"?
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What do you mean, "us"?
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Don't speak.
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I'm back.
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Gordian Labs stands at the forefront of pharmaceutical innovation.
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With our I.P.O. Going public tomorrow, coupled with Reficul's F.D.A. Approval in less than two weeks our wonder drug will hit the marketplace between New York and Beijing.
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Our investors reap the benefits of 20 years' worth of Gordian Labs' RD.
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Thank you.
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Listen to me.
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Going public now will attract... too much goddamn attention.
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Oh, that hurt.
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You need me.
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We need each other.
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I'm the one that extracted the D.N.A. From the creature.
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Without me there's no Reficul.
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Know your place, Doctor, lest your precious fountain of youth may suddenly run dry.
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- You want it?
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- Yes.
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Thank you.
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By the way,
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Deborah's smarter than you realize.
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Let's hope not, for your sake.
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You are so pathetic.
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Your days are numbered, buster.
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Hi, honey.
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I was just tidying up.
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Hi, Mrs. Gamble.
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How are you?
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I'm okay.
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Oh, your face looks so drawn, Deborah.
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Have you lost weight?
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No.
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