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Kenneth:
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Good show tonight, Mr. Jordan.
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Tracy:
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Hey, Kenneth. Why aren't your teeth glowing in the black light?
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Kenneth:
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You'll have to ask the fellow who whittled them for me.
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Jack:
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Danny:
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I don't kiss and tell, Jack.
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Jack:
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Ah, because you're a gentleman, Danny. It's good to finally have another one of us around here.
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Danny:
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I'm just happy to be here. A month ago, I was doing a robot act on the street, so I know my place.
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Danny:
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I want to be T.G.S. 's Steve Nash, Come down from Canada, work hard, make the black guy look good.
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Jack:
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Did you just make a sports reference? Do you know how little of that I get here?
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Liz:
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Look at me in the black light! It's Tron! Watch out, Sark, It's me, Flynn! Ar... Light bike.
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Liz:
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Good job tonight, Danny. Robot Lorenzo Lamas was funny. As was Robot Ryan Seacrest and David Hasselbot.
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Danny:
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Liz:
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Liz:
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So now that Danny's here, you actually come to the after parties?
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Jack:
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It's nice to have another man around for once.
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Liz:
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Oh, there are other men... Oh, boy.
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Lutz:
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It's not what you think! It's something I need to wear to support my breasts!
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Jack:
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Lemon, I have season tickets to every sports team in New York, so close to the action, you feel like you're sitting in front of an H.D. television. And they're wasted on you and your coworkers.
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Liz:
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Why won't they put me on the Jumbotron? I've been doing cool stuff all game. Whoo!
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Toofer:
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But my biggest problem with Quidditch is if the snitch is 150 points, why does anyone bother with the quaffle?
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Jenna:
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Hey, Jeter! Are you jealous? I'm with my new boyfriend!
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Jack:
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And now that Danny's here, I have someone to do guy stuff with. Have actual male conversations. You know, he confided in me that he's got a little something going with one of the girls here. Maybe it's that Russian dancer with the tattoos. Which is the crazy sex trifecta.
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Liz:
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That girl has a name, Jack. We call her ''Skankovich''.
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Jack:
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I'm sure you disapprove. But the workplace is a hierarchy, and Danny is a star. All the pretty, little things down here always want to be with the people up here.
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Liz:
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Whatever, as long as he's discreet about it.
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Jack:
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It's a younger man's game, Lemon. But I can't say that I don't miss it. You'd be in your office late at night, and the new girl would come in with some flimsy excuse to be there. ''Oh, Mr. Donaghy, I forgot to give you the factory worker death rates.'' Then, she'd laugh at your lame joke. A touch on the arm. And you'd take your reward. You'd take your reward.
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Liz:
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Jack:
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Liz:
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Boy, that robot body paint does not wash off.
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Jack:
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Is it the body paint? Or is Danny just glowing like a beacon of manly camaraderie? Oh, God. I'm extremely drunk.
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Liz:
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