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| They arrive. |
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There's some seriously shiny hair going on. |
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| Jess: It's just happy-juice, honest. |
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Tayla: amazing dress. |
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| Lily: She wore green velvet. |
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Peter: He wore quite a lot. |
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| Who is this mysterious stranger? |
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Why, 'tis our own dear Will. |
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| Aaaah, pretty table. |
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Checking for whoopee cushions. Just to be safe. |
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| See! Hannah WAS there! |
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Theo chortles over ancient cracker joke. |
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| You just can't get the staff. |
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Peter & Tayla share make-up stories. |
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| Secret Santa. (It's Nick, really) |
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Who got me this thing? Was it you? |
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| Look what I got! |
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Whatchoo lookin' at? |
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| So innocent-looking. Yet a leading Mafia figure. |
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I think it was you. |
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| We're so holy. We pray all the time. |
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Peter. No drink problem there, then. |
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| There's HOW MANY of 'em? |
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Sorry, didn't I mention I was a vegetarian? |
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| Adam. Games-master extraordinaire. |
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And this is how you play it. Simple. |
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| In the Arches, with a lead pipe. |
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The doctor will save you now. |
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| Theo & Hannah. |
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What's Nick got up his sleeve? |
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| Butter wouldn't melt. |
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Well, first I condition it, then I get the ghds out. |
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| Nick wonders if the night will ever end. |
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The excitement is all too much for Jess. |
