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Grace: You're a little tense, don't you think?
Al: Who wouldn't be tense? This music could make Will Rogers punch a nun.
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Al: Come on, what do I gotta do?
Patricia: You could crawl through broken glass on your hands and knees with a sign on your back that says "asshole." That might get you in the door.
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Jeremy: So why do you stay in Brooklyn?
Eliot: Queens. I stay in Queens.
Jeremy: Oh, right. Sorry. It's just that your friends... they're like those guys in movies that are always from Brooklyn, you know? The Bronx.
[Eliot gets up to leave.]
Jeremy: Why do you keep running away from me? There's nothing to be afraid of.
Eliot: I'm not running away from you. I don't like you. I don't like what you say, and I don't like the way you talk about my friends. I know what you're thinking: here's this poor, repressed faggot from the boroughs who needs to get laid, and you know what? You're right. But I don't like you. And if you follow me back into that party, I'm gonna tear off your arm and beat you down the fucking street with it. Goodbye, and goodnight.
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