From what I hear fancy pants is dancing real good with that fat pig.

What is at stake in these next 20 minutes is the championship.

The woman lying dead in the morgue was the woman at the party. Well, Victor, maybe I'm missing something here. You call it fake, a charade… Do you mind telling me what kind of fuckin' charade ends up with somebody turning up dead?

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