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-You really don't see that, do you? -Look, Jenny. . . .
-For me to be alone, it just seems. . . . -Against God?
-That Glenn? -Yeah, that one.
Nothing.
Well, let's not exaggerate. But again, thank you for trusting me.
I can't get her out of my mind. I want to tell her everything about me.
And we do. But underneath that, we want a guy who can beat up other guys.
Okay, first up. Anybody seen the Biscuit?
I coughed. I got something stuck-up in my throat.
-Horny-ous? -Weaker.
-You're tone-deaf. -Whatever.
-Yes, l do. -You felt reduced.
-What do you want? -Me?
It's a war. And you know what? l can take it.
In fact, l've sometimes flirted slightly with male jurors.
I was showing her how l kissed the plaintiff. But as it was, she's cute.
-It's making it worse. -Then let's just knock.
-What did you do? -I pushed him off.
We stand up. We pick ourselves up, we fight harder.
-Meaning? -Well, l have a life. Also plans.
But l'm outraged by the plaintiff's suggestion that because we're women. . .
For someone so open-minded, do you even care to hear my side of the story?
My mother used to complain that men considered her a sexual object.
-Have you been told that before? -I suppose.
-You feel better? -Actually, l do.
I was just thinking about taking a few days off.