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Marisa: Hey, look at me.
Ty: What?
Marisa: You got something on your face there.
Ty: Where?
Marisa: Ooh, right there!
[Marisa starts kissing his cheeks]
Ty: Ma! Mom! Mom, no! Stop!
Marisa: There it is. I got it.
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Marisa: Anything good on?
Keef Townsend: [changes channel on the surveillance monitor showing a naked man outside his hotel room] He opened the door for the paper. The wife just pushed him out.
Marisa: Ooh, that nasty butt first thing in the morning, I'd kick him out too.
[Keef laughs]
Marisa: Oh, my God. Wait a minute. He's one of mine, the lactose intolerant.
Keef Townsend: I like how you name the people. What do you call me behind my back, I wonder?
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