#s39e08 takeout - best of the west

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[-Not only did you send me... -It's duct-taped. ...some of Sammy Hagar's tequila from his old company which I'm now in business with the new company, but you drank half of it, and then you send to me, and you duct-taped the top on it.]

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Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you. You're not the only one of us who has learned all that has been learned about you. I see you and you don't stop at the moment. My dear, please bring her back to his house. I'd let you sleep with me when you needed her. Poetry of yours, Poet, and all. And your letter to me. Poet! Poet: this is the day you've given up.

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[My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home.]

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[I think it was one of the first times that Hunter was really on Triple D. Another festival going to take place down below? I asked her. And one thing we're always jonesing for... -The famous Carne Asada at La Texanita. -Yes, that one.]

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[But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, tell me true. Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you. Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden. But you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread. Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed.]

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[Rockstar, awesome job. Thank you very much. Hunter and I now have to come up with, who sent the best package. There's no cash prizes, it's just bragging rights.]

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[I threw a pizza in there. Hey, we're making burgers. But who wants pizza? Self-Portrait in Letters, 1916–1942, tr. Enclosed you'll find some info on how to prepare the Cinco Diablo from Paradise Valley Burger in Phoenix, Arizona.]

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[Would not have bitten her.]

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[Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.]

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[We've got the smoked marinated tri-tip.]

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[When I first met Rick, and back then, he had a partner named Danny, and they're mixing their barbecue sauce.]

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[-Brown sugar. -[Rick] Dijon mustard. -[Hunter] Buttermilk? -Yep. Apple cider vinegar. -I don't see ACV. -It's like a liquid. -Oh, is it? -Oh! -Yeah. -I was looking for a block of apple cider vinegar.]

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[Our pizzas take, like, 25 minutes to cook, and so dining room and up the stairs to so they could eat it like bread while they're...]