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Jack:
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Oh, Angie, a Queen of Jordan indeed.
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Angie:
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Mmm! Jack. I also suffer from Irritable Bowel Syndrome.
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Jack:
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D'Fwan:
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I hope you're not this clumsy on the dance floor.
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Jack:
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D'Fwan:
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You know why you're so tense? It's cuz you have a secret locked up inside you. A man-sex secret.
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Jack:
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You know what? I give up. If this idiotic show insists on portraying me as some clumsy gay flatulent, so be it. I am extremely secure in my athleticism, my masculinity, and my rectal integrity.
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D'Fwan:
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Jack:
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Mmm hmm indeed, D'Fwan. I know who I am, so if you want to dance it would be my pleasure. [starts dancing awkwardly with D'Fwan]
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D'Fwan:
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Yeah he's straight. That boy can't dance.
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Jack:
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I know what D'Fwan said about me and it is on. I'm a superb dancer. At Princeton I played Maria in an all-male production of West Side Story. Oh, forget it! You people should be ashamed of yourselves.
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Pete:
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Jenna what are you doing here? You're supposed to be on a plane!
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Jenna:
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I explained to Charles that I was just pretending to be an alcoholic to get on camera and we laughed and he said I can drink as much as I want. So cheers to good friends!
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Charles:
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You- You're insane! In the lobby and pulled a wrench out of her purse. Hit me over the head!
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Jenna:
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I will never go to Minnesota!
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Angie:
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My Single Is Dropping is not just about a single dropping. It's about a woman learning to fly! A woman who doesn't need a man. Or anybody. Except Josh and Sidney Bernstein management, Sidney and Josh Bernstein accounting-
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Liz:
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Shut up, Angie! Just shut up! I'm sick of your selfishness! People's jobs are at stake!
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Angie:
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I'M selfish? You are a joke and everybody thinks so!
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Liz:
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Let me talk. I am talking! Will you let me talk? Can I talk for once? You need to call Tracy right now, because I know he's your man but he is my man, too, and TGS is my family, and my family is thick as thieves. [dumps over a table] Now who here wants to teach me how to fight?
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Kenneth:
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Attention everyone. I found a glove in the elevator. If anyone's missing a glove I may have found your glove.
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Liz:
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Angie I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry.
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Angie:
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No. It's not you, Liz Lemon. It's them. [points to Lynn and Frank] I miss my weird love, but he won't come back.
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Liz:
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Angie:
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I've been trying to get Tracy to come back ever since he left, but he won't. So I sit and act like this is what I want, but what I really want is for everything to go back to the way it used to be. I just want to wake up in the morning and look over at my husband asleep on our neighbour's roof.
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Liz:
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But if you can't get him to come back, who can? What if he never comes back? What is going to happen to all of us?
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Kenneth:
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Wait. You know what? This is MY glove. If anyone sees another glove, I've lost one of my gloves. Thank you!
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