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Lutz:
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I think I’m having a heart attack.
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Writers:
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Excellent. Right here. Thank you.
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Frank:
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Liz:
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There you go. Thank you sir.
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Frank:
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Can we eat this out on the roof gardens?
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Liz:
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I don't even know how to get out there. I don't think people are allowed out there.
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Toofer:
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No, I see "Today show" people eating out there all the time.
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Liz:
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Jack:
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I'll show you the studio in just a minute, but, first, this is where my writers write. Oh, don’t mind the odor. But, seriously, since Tracy's arrival, the show is up in the key demos, we're driving male viewership, and we're effectively synergizing backward overflow.
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Toofer:
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Please, Liz. Let us eat outside.
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Liz:
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You know what? I'll ask Jack. He'll let us eat out there, right? He and I have an important friendship.
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Frank:
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Hey, they didn't bring any sodas.
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Pete:
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I'll call Kenneth Seriously, where is Kenneth?
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Kenneth:
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Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Jordan. Excuse me, do y’all just have noodles and butter?
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Jack:
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... reintegrate that position...
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Liz:
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Hey, Jack! Sorry to interrupt. Hey, can we eat our pizza outside? Cause those wangs from the "Today show" eat on the roof garden all the time, you know? And I thoguht since me and you are best buds -- boink -- maybe you could do me a solid and slip me the key to that thing. This guy's the best. He got me kick ass Chamillionare tickets. You guys like Chamillionare? Anyway, Jack rocks. This guy -- A-plus.
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Pete:
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Excuse me for a moment. (whispers) I’m sorry for what’s about to happen right now. Just know that I don’t mean it.
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Liz:
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Jack:
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What group home did you escape from that you would dare talk to me like some plumbers wife in front of Ron Gordon and Bob Overmyer?
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Liz:
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I don’t even know who those guys are.
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Jack:
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Oh really? Your ignorance was obvious when you waddled up to me with your thin lipped mouth full of greasy peasant food, and addressed me by my Christian name in front of the gentleman from Fairfield. That’s Fairfield, Connecticut Lemon, GE headquarters. But how would you know that with your nigh 40 years of public education and daytime television viewing? If you ever pull a Bush League stunt like that again, I’ll have you writing promos for arena football so fast, it’ll make your inexplicably small head spin.
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Frank:
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Jack:
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Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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Liz:
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I thought you said we were friends.
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Jack:
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Liz:
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Well I don’t like you anymore.
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