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Dante Hicks: What time do you get to work today?
Randal Graves: I dunno. Like... ten, or ten after.
Dante Hicks: Wrong! You were over a half an hour late! And then all you do is come in here!
Randal Graves: Yeah, to talk to you.
Dante Hicks: Which means the video store is ostensibly closed.
Randal Graves: Oh, it's not like I'm miles away!
Dante Hicks: Unless you're out renting videos at other video stores!
Randal Graves: Hermaphrodites! I rented it so we could watch it together.
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Randal Graves: Oh what, what's with you, man? You haven't said anything for like 20 minutes. What the hell's your problem?
Dante Hicks: This life.
Randal Graves: This life?
Dante Hicks: Why do I have this life?
Randal Graves: Have some chips, you'll feel better.
Dante Hicks: I'm stuck in this pit, working for less than slave wages. Working on my day off, the goddamn steel shutters are closed, I deal with every backward ass fuck on the planet. I smell like shoe polish. My ex-girlfriend is catatonic after fucking a dead guy. And my present girlfriend has sucked 36 dicks.
Randal Graves: 37.
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