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Tell me what you don't like about yourself.

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Sean: Check out this bombshell. We’re getting ready this morning, and Julia tells me she wants her breasts done. Christian: If you’re thinking conflict of interest, I’d like to volunteer my services. Sean: Still have a crush on the missus, do we? Christian: Let the records show that I dated her first and passed off my sloppy seconds to you.

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My god, when was the last time we went to bed and you didn't hate me?

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Christian: You wanna talk about the real reason you breezed into town? And do me a favour, Mr. Perez, when you answer, drop the 'no hablo English' bullshit. It doesn’t add to my confusion about your predicament, it only highlights your own. I’m a doctor; what you tell me during consultation is confidential. Silvio Perez: I prefer to let my money talk. [puts a large briefcase on the table] Christian Troy: Nice alligator. Silvio Perez: Twenty thousand dollars, according to your website. That’s your fee. Christian: Funny, isn’t it? How certain things from Colombia have that pungent aroma that can stink up a room. Coffee, for instance, and of course there’s the cartel money. Silvio Perez: I’m not Colombian. My brother and I, we are Argentinean. Christian: Mr. Perez, if you were Argentinean, I wouldn’t have to recommend porcelain veneers. It’s the only South American country with fluoride in the water. One last time, why are you running? Silvio Perez: I was with the boss’ girl. Christian: M

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Christian: Can I buy you a drink? Kimber: I don't drink. Christian: Can I buy you an appetizer? Kimber: I don't eat. I'm a model. Bartender: Another one before you hit the road? Christian: No, I have to operate tomorrow. Kimber: Are you a doctor? Christian: [flashes smile] Plastic surgeon.

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I don't wanna be pretty. I wanna be better. I want to be perfect.

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