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Lupe: Oh Sean, make love to me.
Sean: Baby, love has nothing to do with what I'm going to do to you.
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Jacob: [intoxicated, both sitting on living room floor] Are you sure you want to wind up with a loser?
Rosie: Baby, don't worry, I'm a loser too.
Jacob: But you're a woman, you hide it better.
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