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“Jack, John, whatever the fuck your name is – I’m a virgin and the show ends in two episodes and I might die in a huge fucking bank explosion, and since Kyle screwed up the intended Audrey/Cooper romance, like he would’ve refused had it been Donna – and the script says I’m absolutely gagging for it – so it’s either you or Pete Martell. Just be aware that I’ll scream “My Special Agent” at orgasm.”
“Sure thang, I’ll just think of you as Heidi, like that there picture I got.”
“I WAS 10. On second thoughts – Pete, how’s the suspension on your truck?”