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WeIcome to the 2007 Source Awards!
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Jack:
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That's great news. Thank you so much. That was the lab. The monkey died of natural causes, so we're in the clear.
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Ridikolus:
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lt's great doing business with you, Jack.
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Jack:
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Ridikolus:
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Jack:
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Tracy:
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[ lmitating Oprah ] The choice to be excellent begins with the choice to silence your inner critic. Embrace your spirit!
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Ridikolus:
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Jack:
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Oprah. lt was the only way we could get him to come.
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Tracy:
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You're all wonders. You're all my miracles. You're all my children of the corn ! Good for you ! Good for you !
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Liz:
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Thank you. He's channeling Oprah.
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Steven :
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Why? Because he's articulate?
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Liz:
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There is something about you that l just don't like.
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Steven :
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Yeah. Hey, can you put my phone in your purse for me? l don't want to drop it when l start krumping.
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Liz:
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Oh, why do guys always do this? Bring your own purse! l'm gonna get food.
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Kenneth:
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Here you go! Another case of D. E. l actually tried some before. lt tasted real good, but it made my tongue turn white.
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Ridikolus:
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Hey, do l look sweet to you? Do l look like sugar? Back away!
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Jack:
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He's harmless. Don't be ridiculous.
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Ridikolus:
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l am Ridikolus. And you better be glad that Jack Donaghy has your back.
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Kenneth:
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Well, l. . .got your nose!
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Ridikolus:
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Jay, go get my nose back.
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Man:
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Ladies and gentlemen, your host, Mr. Tracy Jordan.
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Tracy:
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Welcome to the 2007 Source Awards, our chance to come together as a community to not only look into our hearts, but to look under our seats, because everyone is getting Vermont maple sco-o-o-o-nes!
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Kenneth:
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Excuse me. Excuse me. Coming through.
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Ridikolus:
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Aw, man, you did not just scuff these shoes. P. Diddy wears these.
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Kenneth:
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Oh, will he be mad when you give them back?
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Ridikolus:
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Son, to have you, your moms must have been so stupid she thinks Grape-Nuts is an STD.
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Kenneth:
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Well, sir, your mother must not have raised you right 'cause you're not saying very nice things.
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Tracy:
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Girlfriend, Oprah was right! People just want to be together and get free stuff! l didn't really have to bring this.
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Liz:
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Oh, my God, Tracy! How do you get the bullets out of this thing?
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Steven :
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Hey! My pants! l was looking for my phone in your purse! l wasn't trying to steal anything, you racist!
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Liz:
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Jack:
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Good God, Lemon, you shot a Black!
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Man:
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Jack:
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No, no, no, it's cool. That's his last name.
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Ridikolus:
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You got to be kidding me, Donaghy. First Mr. Furley here disrespects me, and then she shoots my business manager?
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Steven :
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Ridikolus:
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He's got blood on his tote!
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Ridikolus:
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You're making a mockery of the Source Awards! Wait till l tell Tupac about this. Uh. . . uh. . .
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Jack:
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Ridikolus:
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Good. Get him out of here!
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Liz:
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