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TRAVIS: I think I have a fever. GORDO: So who told you to stand under a freezing cold shower at three o'clock in the morning? Didn't he notice your lips were turning blue? TRAVIS: You just don't understand. GORDO: Don't I? Travis, if you'd taken Trig with me like I asked you to, you'd know by now that it doesn't matter if you like boys instead of girls because the formulas are all the same. TRAVIS: I never said I like boys! GORDO: Ever beat off to Penthouse? TRAVIS: No. GORDO: Ever collect baseball cards? TRAVIS: No. GORDO: How old is Barbra Streisand? TRAVIS: 36. Three weeks ago. GORDO: What do you need—a fucking blueprint? |
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