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Tammy: The wifi here is very slow, so you're just going to have to talk to each other... while drinking a ton of wine! What could possibly go wrong? Just remember guys, whatever gets said, is probably what the person has always felt, and the alcohol just let it out.
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Naomi: Do ya know what? I wish Prince's ghost would come back and serenade me for like two whole hours and then make sweet, sweet love to me.
Jenny: Yeah. no shit. Fuckin' glided into that elevator in Paisley Park and that fuckin' door closed...
Naomi: ...and then poof. Where's my baby? Where's my Prince?
Jenny: Beautiful ass, Prince.
Naomi: I love my husband and shit, but like that's the love of my life.
Jenny: He had eyes like a beautiful newborn fawn. What was his pain?
Naomi: His hips.
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