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[as Joan stitches up Frank's wounds]
Spacker Dave: He looks so weak. Is he going to die?
[Joan inserts the stitching needle, and Frank reaches out and grabs Dave's arm, hard]
Spacker Dave: [as he kneels down on the floor in pain] Appearances aren't everything.
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Sales Person: Need any help with some underpants, sir?
Quentin Glass: Go fuck yourself.
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