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[Travis visits one of his former parolee's to look up information on Angela Green]
Travis Lehman: What I need is a search on a lady named Angela Green. I got her social security number here. I'd like you to...
Orbe: Please. You know I'm not allowed to give out personal information.
Travis Lehman: Oh, I'm sorry - I shouldn't ask you that.
Orbe: Uh-huh.
Travis Lehman: [Travis begins to talk in a higher voice] Speaking of giving out personal information does your employer know that you used to perform the art of fellatio for a living.
Orbe: Okay. Okay.
Travis Lehman: [Travis continues] Went to prison for it, and now you're out on parole.
Orbe: Shut up.
Travis Lehman: You're required by law to tell him.
Orbe: [Orbe takes the paper from Travis] All right. Okay.
Travis Lehman: [Orbe begins looking up the information as Travis checks Orbe out] You're looking good, Orbe.
Orbe: [Orbe responds back] I know.
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[Travis shows up to the New Orleans police station and meets Jim Mangold]
Travis Lehman: [Jim sees Travis admiring his fish on the wall] Did you catch that thing?
Travis Lehman: [Jim nods up and down] What did you use for bait?
Mangold: I caught that big bucket-mouth son of a bitch off an old rebel lure my daddy left me. 'Course there's buzz bombs, poppers, jigs - All kinds of things work back in these waters.
Benjamin Weir
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