L.A. Story

You think with a financial statement like this you can have the duck?

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Harris: When I really analyze it, Trudi wasn't for me anyway. The only good times we had were having sex and laying in bed watching TV. Ariel: I hate to tell you this, Harris, but if you can find somebody you can have sex with and lie in bed and watch TV, you've really got something.

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Tom: I'll have a decaf coffee. Trudi: I'll have a decaf espresso. Morris: I'll have a double decaf cappuccino. Ted: Give me decaffeinated coffee ice cream. Harris: I'll have a half double decaffeinated half-caf, with a twist of lemon. Trudi: I'll have a twist of lemon. Tom: I'll have a twist of lemon. Morris: I'll have a twist of lemon. Cynthia: I'll have a twist of lemon.

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Trudi: Sheila has been studying the art of conversation. Harris: Oh, you're taking a course in conversation? Sheila: Yes.

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Harris: I'm not kissing anyone hello anymore. Trudi: Well just shake hands with them. Harris: Are you kidding? I just wash my hands and I shake hands with some guy that feels like he's been squashing caterpillars.

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Roland: Sara just got off a plane from London. Trudi: Oh, you must be exhausted. Sara: Yes, I'm shattered, but it's nothing that some sleep and a good fuck wouldn't cure, as my sister used to say. Ha ha ha. Roland: You'll have to forgive Sara. Sara: Oh, it was just... it was just a figure of speech. I've been on a plane for twelve hours next to a crying baby.

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