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Clips from Mo' Money

"I wish I had an ice cream It'll look just like you."
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"Sweet-tasting chocolate Good all the way through."
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"I'd lick it slow from head to toe..."
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"You're fresh. I'll take my book before it melts."
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"Come again. And again and again."
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"Never the black. You want the red."
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"- I think the lady wants to play. - All right!"
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"Make a buck, 10 gets you 20."
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"- How do you know? - Trust me. I sell children's books."
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"Come on, Miss Lady Girl."
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"Never the black, always the red! Open your ears, and hear what I said!"
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"What you got?"
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"You sure?"
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"Yeah, she wants the right card."
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"Bam!"
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"- We got a lucky winner, you all! - Winner! Winner!"
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"See, it ain't impossible! Here!"
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"Forty gets you 80!"
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"Once again, never the black! You want the red."
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"What you got?"
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"Middle card."
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"You sure you want this one?"
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"- You sure? - Come on."
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"- She won! - Another lucky winner!"
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"I think she won all that!"
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"Oh, you won it all!"
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"This is her lucky day!"
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"- You're gonna take the money and run? - I won it."
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"You sold me out for some ass? What do I do now?"
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"- Sell those books. - Sell some books?"
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"- Excuse me, I didn't get your name. - Amber."
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"Amber? I like that! Excuse me, Miss Amber."
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"Can we get together for lunch?"
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"- Can we get together? - I'm busy."
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"Hi, remember me? How about dinner?"
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"How about breakfast?"
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"How about a drink?"
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"The water fountain's right over there."
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"She wants me."
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"- I'm applying for the mailroom job. - Did you fill out an application?"
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"- No. - Here."
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"Fill this out."
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"- Good luck. - Thanks."
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"I really mean it. Good luck."
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"Many people say that. They're crazy!"
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"They want you to have bad luck. But I believe everyone can succeed."
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"Homeboy!"
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"I refuse to get paranoid or hostile in a competitive situation."
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"I think this job is the key for me. So does my shrink."
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"He even lowered my prescription."
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"I gotta conquer the whole self-esteem thing. Boom!"
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"I have an eating disorder, you know."
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"- No? - Sure. Threw up on the way over."
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"I had a negative self-image as a kid."
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"They think I'm fat and loathsome, but I'll fight them."
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"I'll show them that they can't rob me of my right to exist!"
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"Next."
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"Come in."
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"Hi."
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"Some interesting responses here, Mr. Stewart."
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"It says here that you attended Mt. Holyoke College in Massachusetts."
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"Four years of work, work, work."
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"Isn't Mount Holyoke an all-girls school?"
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"No, they changed that. Probably as soon as I got there."
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"- Are you related to Tracey Stewart? - Yeah, that's my aunt."
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"- He's a man. - His wife's my aunt."
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"You should put that on your application."
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"Tracey is an asset to this company. He keeps things in order around here."
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"Well, he's funny about nepotism."
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"I'd rather do this on my own, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell him."
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"You certainly have personality."
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"Listen, I'll review your application..."
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"...check out a few references, and get back to you in a few days."
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"This is your correct telephone number, isn't it?"
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"- Yes. Yes, sir. - Good."
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"- Thank you. - Thank you."
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"- Thanks. - Thank you."
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"Next, please. Next?"
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"Yo, big head."
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"Yo, what took you so long? I've been home and back."
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"- You talk to her? - Yeah."
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"- Did you get her number? - No."
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"- So what took you so long? - I think I got a job."
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"- A job? - Yeah."
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"- Johnny, a job ain't nothing but work. - I know. Let's eat."
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"Calm down, Timmy. Timmy."
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"Stop it, now. Calm down. Calm down."
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"What are you doing? Get him out."
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"- Mister, I forgot his... - Get him out!"
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"I forgot his medicine at home. Don't touch the eggs."
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"No, no, not the eggs, my God."
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"Get him out. Let him die in the street like a dog."
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"Don't talk. See? Look at that."
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"- Not the eggs. - What do you want me to do?"
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"Get turkey. He needs lactate."
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"- Laxative? - No, lactate."
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"Fix him a turkey sandwich. Hurry, he's crazy."
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"Timmy, not the cans, no!"
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"Not my cans. What are you doing?"
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"Okay, I fix, I fix. Here. Here."
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"Put more on, that's not enough lactate. Timmy wants more lactate."
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"Don't touch those chips. Don't touch the cakes."
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"Timmy, stop it. Beep-beep-beep-beep."
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"- What's this "beep-beep"? - Put some more turkey and mayo on."
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"A whole lot of mayo. Thank you, mister."
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"Timmy, stop it."
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"Mayo. Here's more mayo. Mayo, here."
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"Thank you, thank you."
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"You're welcome. Now get him out. Thank you. Thank you very much."
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"- Give him a kiss. - Please go!"
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"Get out of here. Get out, now."
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"- Get him out of my store. - And be more happy."
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"How long does a coroner's report take? We'll be dead when it comes."
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"I've tried..."
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"Get over there, even if you have to examine the damn body yourself. Go."
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"Remember the trouble you caused?"
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"Get your hands off me, you bald-headed, flatfoot faggot!"
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"You were my best customer! Busting me because I won't do you for free?"
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"- Right, liar. Come on! - Get that whore away from my door."
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"- You see what you started, Mary? - What happened to us?"
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