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Clyde: Let's smoke a toast.
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Jack: This always happens.
Clyde: What?
Jack: Whenever there's anything good, it fucks up.
Clyde: It fucked up, but it fucked up because *we* forgot.
Jack: No, you fucked it up because you made a fucking toast!
Clyde: Because I love you. We all love you. We forgot the food because you were being loved. That's the important thing to remember.
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