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Cindy:
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Mother, father, I'd like to introduce you to my fiancé, Bob.
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Miranda:
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Hello, Bob. Welcome.
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Bob:
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Thanks for having me. Nice to meet the both of you. I've heard so much!
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Thurston:
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So Cindy told you about bringing home her last boyfriend, then? Hah, that idiot...
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Miranda:
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Shhh! Thurston, you're going to scare the poor boy. Come in and have a drink. Dinner will be on in just a bit.
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Thurston:
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What'll you be having? Whiskey? Bourbon? Pick your poison!
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Bob:
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If you have a lemonade that'd be great.
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Thurston:
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Lemona...?
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Miranda:
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Why sure, there's some in the fridge!
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Cindy:
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Mother makes her own lemonade from scratch. It's the best!
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Thurston:
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So what are your hobbies, son? If you want, we can do some hunting tomorrow. I've just picked up a new rifle I've been meaning to try out. Should be a real hoot!
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Bob:
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Um. I'm not really. eh. I don't really hunt.
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Thurston:
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You don't hunt? Well I'll be...
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Cindy:
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Bob is an animal rights activist. He doesn't believe in harming animals.
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Miranda:
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Dinner's ready! Let's go out to the patio where the pig is roasting.
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Bob:
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Roast pig? I'm a vegetarian.
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