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but for Christ's sake, man.
of her very last shred of dignity?
but you got to pull yourself together!
Fine. Then drive. Actually, we're here.
Oh! I need you to stop talking.
Ow.
this poor girl back to life.
What's this? Why have we stopped?
I don't want her watching us.
they throw it your face! Uh...
Ow.
But, I mean, not really? Really.
A... food-perambulator.
Think of her family. Do you think I haven't?
light the fuse, and then slam it into... oh!
Bernice? Somewhat obviously.
getting the caviar stains out of my spats.
I don't know why you're so angry.
to stop talking to anybody.
And I will see you at midnight.
Which is...
Slang for "detective," so not an insult!
Oh. And my body.
Stop that this instant! You stop...
and blame it on some poor hispanic or negro.
Because somebody killed my partner
what has to be done here,
Dynamite would blow her teeth all over the stupid beach.
Why do you think my father started