“[first lines] What makes you happy? What makes you happy? Where do you go? Where do you go? Where do you hide? Where do you hide? Who do you see? Who do you see? Who do you trust? Who do you trust? Wh...”

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“[after accidentally knocking Rosalyn off the roof] She had it coming.”

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“Mick Jagger I'm not!”

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“Bongo: Sonofabitch... this broad's got a hard-on!”

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“The amorous life and misadventures of a virginal young pinball player...his Chicks...his Chums and a host of assorted weirdos in all colors.”

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