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Fancy: Is this really necessary?
Luis: I'm sorry, Fancy. Step in.
Fancy: Ugh. I have to stay in here?
Luis: Oh, come on, now. I've seen worse. They don't put master criminals up at the Ritz, you know.
Fancy: Well, why couldn't we stay in the station room?
Luis: Look, Fancy, I'm low man on the totem pole right now, ok? At least till I pass my detectives exam. Now, it was stupid of me to take you to that baseball game, but, look, I really need to follow protocol, ok? Don't worry. Your lawyer will be here any time to get you out, ok?
Fancy's voice: I don't think so, Luis. I faked calling my lawyer so I could stay with you.
Luis: Hey, make yourself comfortable, ok? I'll come and get you when your lawyer gets here.
Fancy: But, wait, don't leave me back here all alone.
Luis: Fancy, I need to go study my detectives exam, ok? The thing's brutal.
Fancy: Well, wouldn't you rather study something else?
Luis: Like what?
Luis: Fancy, what are you doing?
Fancy: Study me, Luis. I'll make sure you get an A.
Ethan: Will someone please call 911? I think she's hurt here.
Whitney: Yeah, I'm calling them right now.
Jared: Let me take a look --
Ethan: Hey, hey, keep away from her, all right, man? You almost killed her with that thing.
Jared: Man, I can play ball, It was an accident.
Ethan: The paramedics are on their way. Come on, Theresa. Come on, honey, wake up.
Chad: Ethan's acting like he's with her or something.
Miguel: Come on, Theresa, wake up. We're all worried about you. Wake up, please.
Ethan: Come on.
Tabitha: Oh, I smell blood. Goody, goody. Whose is it, Theresa's? What is that girl up to now? What, what? Yip. What? Slow down. I can't hear a word you're saying. Baseball game? Yes, yes. Boys against girls, oh. Whose idea was that, huh? Theresa's. Yes, well, wouldn't you know it? What? She got hit on the head with a baseball? I bet she's playing possum. Speaking of possum, if I were you, I'd fly over to Raven Hill road right now. There's a dead possum over there, fresh road kill. You'll enjoy that. You're welcome. Well, I wish Theresa would get off her keister and get on with the game. Of course, they're not really playing baseball. Oh, no. They're playing an age-old game of the battle of the sexes. There's a veritable cloud of pheromones out here. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Oh, and there's Jared Casey. Oh, my magic bowl has given me the lowdown on you, young man. Just wait until Harmony hears your real story. I sure want a front seat when that happens. Come on, Theresa. Let's get on with the game. This parade of muscles is all very well, but I want to get back to the battle of the sexes, don't you?
Ethan: Come on, Theresa, hold on. The paramedics are coming.
Gwen: Ethan, would you stop it? Just let Jared check her out, ok? He knows first aid.
Ethan: I don't think so, ok? That's the guy that hurt her in the first place, ok? Where's the damn ambulance, people?
Tabitha: Ha! Little minx.
Miguel: Darn it. I knew we shouldn't have played. Theresa's really hurt.
Gwen: I'm sure she'll be fine.
Ethan: You don't know that.
Jared: Here, let me take a look at her.
Ethan: No, you know what? Where are the damn paramedics, huh?
Ethan: What? What is -- what?
Gwen: Let Jared check her out, ok, honey?
Ethan: I'm sorry.
Gwen: Yeah, you're sorry. You're making a spectacle of yourself and a fool out of me.
Ethan: I would have been concerned about anyone.
Gwen: Right. All I see is a little cut.
Theresa: Where were we?
Ethan: Theresa? Hey, no, take it easy. You've been hurt, all right?
Theresa: Nope, fine.
Jared: You were unconscious.
Theresa: No, no, I'm just a little dazed, I guess.
Ethan: You took a line drive to the head.
Theresa: No, no, it wasn't a ball. It didn't get me, not this time. The glove, right, yeah, ouch. Yep, the stitching, it must have just cut my forehead. I'm fine though, really.
Gwen: I'll bet you are.
Whitney: I guess I'll call the paramedics and tell them it was a false alarm, then.
Jared: Well, I guess the game's off. You know, I shouldn't have agreed to this in the first place. I knew one of you girls were going to get hurt.
Theresa: Oh, no you don't. No, no, I'm not hurt. It's just a little blood, Jared. I get worse cuts doing my nails, ok? The game is on.
Jared: How? We don't even have an umpire.
Whitney: I think he went home to dinner.
Jared: So let's be done with it.
Theresa: No, not after the sexist remarks you made.
Jared: I'm not a sexist.
Theresa: Jared, you went off about how bad female bosses are and I'm not gonna let that go.
Jared: Tess, I wasn't being serious.
Theresa: It's Theresa, and, yes, you were. And I'm going to teach you a lesson.
Jared: You're going to teach me a lesson?
Theresa: Yeah, yeah, I am, with the help of the rest of the team. Right?
Whitney: That's right, baby.
Jared: All right.
Theresa: Oh, Tabitha, perfect. We need an umpire. Can you fill in?
Tabitha: Who, me?
Theresa: Yeah, yeah. We got the equipment.
Tabitha: Oh, no, Theresa, I don't think --
Theresa: Come -- oh, wait a minute. Don't tell me that you don't know how to play baseball.
Tabitha: Know how to play? Who do you think taught Abner Doubleday the rules?
Tabitha: Just my little joke, dear. He's the man who invented the game. Yes, yes, of course, I'll umpire. That way I get to watch the battle of the sexes up close and personal.
Theresa: Perfect. Everybody, back to positions. Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Whitney: You all right?
Theresa: Uh-huh. And I don't want to hear a word about female umpires.
Jared: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did I say anything?
Theresa: Good. Go. Dugout.
Jared: Dugout? I'm batting.
Theresa: Not anymore.
Theresa: You are out!
Jared: Are you serious? Fine. If that's how you want to play it, all right.
Tabitha: Huh, amazing. Still fit into my old uniform. Haven't worn this since 1919, when I fixed the World Series for the White Sox.
Chad: Baby, you still intent on winning this thing?
Whitney: You bet I am. Ok, wait. Ok, now I'm ready.
Theresa: Hey, knock it off, ok? There's no kissing the other team.
Whitney: Tabitha. Ok, now, where did you get that outfit?
Tabitha: Oh, well, over there. Isn't this what I'm supposed to wear?
Whitney: Well, yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.
Chad: You look great. You look great.
Tabitha: Don't I just.
Theresa: All right, Everybody, let's show these cavemen whose boss.
Chad: She's not going to give this up, is she?
Whitney: Well, you know Theresa. She doesn't like to lose.
Tabitha: From what I can see, she's a little bit confused about her feelings for Ethan and possibly even for the handsome newcomer in the dugout.
Chad: Jared? Poor guy.
Theresa: All right, let's go! Let's go!
Tabitha: All right. Let's play ball!
Tabitha: Strike one!
Fox: Choke up.
Theresa: Yeah, well.
Tabitha: With any luck, we'll see blood on the ground today.
Luis: Hey. Hello? Anybody in there? I'll be right outside studying for my exam if you need me, ok?
Fancy: Well, no, wait, wait, wait, Luis, can't you stay with me, please? What am I supposed to do in here all by myself?
Luis: Well, all right, I guess I can stay, but no talking, ok? I need to pass this exam so I can get a raise so I can get the hell out of Harmony.
Fancy: I wish you'd give up on that idea.
Luis: Well, I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen. Too many memories here with Sheridan. Let me go, ok? I need to study.
Fancy: I'll help you make such good memories you'll never want to leave.
Fancy: Hey, do they ever paint this place?
Luis: Not since I can remember.
Fancy: Tacky, tacky. The jail in Rio had the cutest floral wallpaper --
Luis: How many jails have you been in?
Fancy: Well, that's for me to me know and you to find out.
Luis: Ha. Your lawyer sure is taking his sweet time to get here.
Fancy: Oh, I know. Isn't it ridiculous? This will drive Luis crazy.
Luis: Why don't you take a nap? Maybe by the time you wake up, he'll be here.
Fancy: Yeah, maybe.
Fancy: Ugh, these blankets are filthy.
Luis: I am sure at they are perfectly clean, just not as nice as what you're used to up at the mansion.
Fancy: I can rough it.
Luis: Sure you can, princess.
Fancy: I am not a princess.
Luis: If you say so.
Luis: What's going on?
Fancy: A cockroach. I just saw a cockroach run under the sheets.
Luis: Oh, come on. There aren't any cockroaches in here, ok? They spray this place for bugs, like, once a week.
Fancy: Ooh gross!
Luis: Fancy, come on, please. I'm trying to study over here.
Fancy: Oh, yeah, sure. Let me rot in the dungeon like livestock while you read. If you think this cell is so clean, why don't you sit on the bed and I'll sit in the chair?
Luis: I can't do that. You're the prisoner.
Fancy: Oh, you think I'm going to run for the border? Please.
Luis: All right, all right. God, if it will shut you up.
Fancy: Thank you, Luis. You're a gentleman.
Fancy: Why don't you sit down, Luis?
Luis: I'll stand. Hey did you see a cockroach, too?
Luis: No, I didn't see a cockroach, too. But you're right, that bunk has seen better days
Fancy: Well, I can't take a nap. I know. Why don't I help you study?
Luis: Sorry. This requires concentration.
Fancy: I can help. I always used to help the other girls in boarding school.
Luis: Yeah? On what subject? How to be a mastermind?
Fancy: Ha ha. Come on, people retain stuff better when they're tutored.
Luis: All right. I guess you could help me with the practice quiz.
Fancy: Good. Hand it over.
Luis: All right. Don't look at the answers in the back of the book, ok?
Luis: All right, ready.
Fancy: "DNA testing is accepted as irrefutable evidence… A nationwide; B on a state-by-state basis; or C depending on the individual courts"?
Tabitha: Strike three!
Theresa: Yeah! Whoo! Ladies, let's go!
Gwen: You know what.
Ethan: I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I overreacted wean Theresa got hit go the ball, ok? I was worried. She's Jane's biological mother, Gwen. I was --
Gwen: Oh my God. You can't stop it? Oh, my God! My Ethan, no matter what you say, it's absolutely driving you crazy that she's moved on.
Ethan: That's not true. Not true, ok? And don' t get angry.
Gwen: I'm not angry. After all those years I wondered if she would let you go? Well, she has, but you can't let her go.
Ethan: Gwen, it's --
Gwen: And I actually think that she finally has moved on, but Ethan, you are not over her.
Miguel: I can't believe my sister struck me out.
Tabitha: That's how the game is played, Miguel.
Miguel: She should be playing for the Red Sox.
Fox: Stop whining. We need to score runs not whine to win this game.
Miguel: I don't need you to tell me that.
Fox: Where is Endora and Maria?
Tabitha: Oh, well, I left them with a babysitter. I needed some time to myself.
Fox: I'm sorry about that. We should have called, but Theresa and this new guy got involved in this big argument and --
Tabitha: Oh, yeah, yeah, Jared, yes, I know. I heard all about that.
Fox: Ok, so you know, well, we're caught in the middle of this big grudge match for the duration, guys versus girls.
Tabitha: I know. Isn't it exciting? I know who I'm rooting for.
Miguel: You're the umpire. You should be objective about the whole thing.
Tabitha: Of course, I'm kidding.
Tabitha's voice: I'm rooting for the dark side.
Kay: Oh, hey, Miguel, I still love you even though your sister struck you out. Ooh!
Fox: I'm so sick of this.
Tabitha: I see that Kay's still stuck in the thrall of her alternate reality.
Miguel: Or she just has good taste.
Fox: Where do you get off, pal? You know, first everybody tells me, 'Trust Miguel. Miguel's a good guy, he'll do the right thing,' and what do you do? You sleep with my girlfriend.
Miguel: Why don't you go off and tell the whole world?
Tabitha: This has come to a pretty pass.
Tabitha's voice: Thanks to my magic lust potion.
Miguel: How many times do you want me to say I'm sorry, ok? I don't know what came over me.
Fox: Oh, really?
Miguel: Really. All I ever wanted was what's best for Kay.
Fox: What's best for Kay is that she's with me.
Miguel: Pick that up.
Fox: Make me.
Tabitha: Oh, rampant males fighting over the weaker sex.
Miguel: You looking for a beating?
Fox: From you?
Tabitha: Nothing like rutting stags fighting it out. Sweat pouring. Muscles rippling. Bloody hell, I'm beginning to sound like Rebecca Crane. Oh, did he crack your nice bat, Miguel?
Miguel: That's my brand-new bat.
Tabitha: Fisticuffs in Harmony, shocking, shocking.
Miguel: Get off me.
Fancy: "All records of court cases are the purview of, A, the district attorney, B, the clerk of the local court, or, C, the clerk of the state supreme court"?
Luis: Don't tell me.
Fancy: Oh, Luis, come on, it's easy, "the clerk of the court."
Luis: I said don't tell me. And it's not easy. I'm telling you, I studied for weeks last time I took this detective exam, and let me tell you something, it's tough.
Fancy: If you say so.
Luis: What's with the condescending tone? It's not like you know the answers.
Fancy: So far. It's all just common sense.
Fancy: Yeah. In fact, why don't we have a contest to see who knows the most? We got to do something to pass the time.
Luis: Ok. Ok let me get this straight. You actually think that you could beat me on a test of those questions.
Fancy: Um, hello?
Luis: Yeah, I already took that test and passed it once before.
Fancy: Yeah, and yet here you are in uniform.
Luis: All right, fine. We'll have a contest.
Fancy: Ok, good.
Fancy: And, you know, it's more fun if we make it interesting.
Luis: You mean bet? I don't have that kind of money, you know, Fancy.
Fancy: Oh, please. whose talking about money? We could play a game.
Luis: What kind of game?
Fancy: Well, nah, you'd never go for it.
Luis: For what?
Fancy: Mm, I don't think you have the guts.
Luis: What, to play a game?
Fancy: See, I know, how to make our game interesting, so let's see if you're brave enough to accept the challenge.
Fox: Come on, come on, come on.
Kay: Tabitha, what's going on over there?
Tabitha: Fox and Miguel are fighting.
Tabitha: Well, you know how intense these boys get over athletics. Too much testosterone.
Kay: Gosh, what is up with Fox Crane? He is always bugging me. He's always got his nose in my business. Who's watching the girls?
Tabitha: A babysitter.
Kay: Oh, good. But doesn't Miguel look hot?
Tabitha: Yes, he's very attractive. What do you think about Fox?
Kay: Fox, hmm, he'd look all right if he'd smile every once in a while. I don't know. I know Siren thinks he's cute. I'm going to go sit down.
Siren: Playing busybody again?
Tabitha: I never play, dear. What are you doing?
Siren: Playing baseball. This game is so much fun. It all starts when the men take their shirts off.
Tabitha: I never read that in the rulebook.
Tabitha: Is there any sign of Kay coming out of her alternate reality?
Siren: Not a chance. She's still hung up on Miguel. What's a mermaid to do?
Tabitha: Sink her fins into Fox, I guess. But you'd better not do that, because Endora would be very upset if you make love to Fox. She loves her brother, and she wants him to be happy, and he won't be if he's stuck with your mermaid's curse for the rest of his life.
Siren: Well, tough tuna. I'm a mermaid, and one thing we're really good at is revenge. Kay took Miguel away from me, so I'm going to take Fox away from the entire female human race.
Whitney: All right! Come on, Theresa! Come on, girl!
Gwen: You can do it. Let's go.
Whitney: You cheering for Theresa. I never thought I'd see the day.
Whitney: Come on, baby!
Jared: You ready to start playing some ball, Tess?
Theresa: We started playing baseball a long time ago. It's the guy's team that didn't get a single run, as I recall.
Gwen: Jared really got under Theresa's skin, didn't he?
Whitney: Oh, so you noticed, huh?
Gwen: Who didn't? But, you know, at first I thought they'd make a good couple, but I'm not really sure anymore. I mean, she's actually pretty mad at him, right?
Whitney: You know what? You don't have to worry because Theresa does like Jared, even if she won't admit it herself. She's over Ethan. She told me herself.
Gwen: Well, I believe that, but when she got hit in the head with the baseball --
Whitney: Yeah, I know. Ethan took over and he was taking care of her. I know.
Gwen: I hope it didn't give her a reason to start up her obsession with Ethan all over again. But I tell you, if I see her trying to get close to him again, I'm going to --
Whitney: You'll what?
Gwen: Let's just hope we don't need to find out, ok?
Theresa: What the heck was that?
Jared: A pitch, Tess. I don't want to hurt you.
Theresa: You got to give me a real one.
Miguel: Come on, Jared. Pitch to her, man. She can take it.
Women: Yes! Woo!
Gwen: Oh, that bitch. She did that on purpose.
Luis: All right, then, if you're not talking about betting money, then how do you propose we make this contest more interesting?
Fancy: It's so much fun. But you wouldn't do it. You're too serious.
Luis: Hey, I'm fun.
Fancy: Did anyone besides me hear that? Oh, I wish there were witnesses because that is the funniest thing you've ever said.
Luis: I don't know what you're talking about. I know how to have fun. I can be the life of a party. In fact, I'm a regular laugh riot. Yeah.
Fancy: How sweet. Now, just forget it. I'll just quiz you. Besides, I wouldn't want to embarrass you by beating you.
Fancy: Well, you'd never live it down being beaten by a spoiled princess.
Luis: I see, Freudian slip. I never called you spoiled.
Fancy: Yeah, but you did say princess.
Luis: Ok. What is it?
Fancy: I say we play for clothes.
Fancy: Mm-hmm, strip poker, only with questions. Every time one of us misses a question, we have to take off a piece of clothing. Are you game?
Gwen: Theresa, I saw that. You totally did that on purpose.
Theresa: Did what? All right. Safe or out?
Whitney: All right! Good going, girl.
Theresa: Thank you.
Theresa: Well, what are you doing? Are you coaching first?
Gwen: Huh. Well, did you see that? She pushed you off like she didn't care about you at all.
Ethan: Yeah, I kind of saw that.
Kay: One sec.
Theresa: Hey, hey, hey! No making out with the enemy, ok? Concentrate, Kay!
Kay: You look so good today.
Miguel: Kay, stop it.
Kay: I mean it. You have got to be the hottest baseball player, ever.
Miguel: Stop it!
Theresa: Kay, come on! Knock it off. We're playing to win here.
Miguel: Aye-ye-ye. Aye-ye-ye.
Whitney: Go, go, go, go! Go, baby! Go, baby! Go! Oh, my God. It could be an inside-the-park home run.
Miguel: Come on, hurry up. Throw the ball, Fox. Here they come! Hurry up!
Kay: Ow. Oh.
Miguel: Kay. Kay, are you all right?
Kay: Oh, ouch.
Fox: Did you have to tag her that hard?
Miguel: I didn't. She tripped.
Tabitha: Kay, Kay, how's your head?
Kay: Fox? Fox.
Fox: Careful, careful, careful. Kay? She asked for me. She's remembered.
Luis: Strip poker.
Luis: With my police detectives exam.
Fancy: Yes. If we miss a question, off comes a piece of clothing. And the last person wearing anything wins.
Fancy: It was just a joke. We don't have to.
Fancy: Luis, I'm sorry.
Fancy: What are you doing?
Luis: Can't have anyone walking in on me and a totally naked prisoner, now can we? I'd lose my job.
Fancy: You think I'm going to be naked. Mm-hmm. In your dreams.
Luis: Ha ha ha we'll see about that. First question.
Kay: I feel dizzy.
Fox: I knew she'd remember.
Tabitha: Bad news for you, fish breath. Kay's remembered her past life, which means your pursuit of Fox is over.
Siren: Bad news for you, too. If Fox and Kay get back together, that means Miguel will be free to find that Charity girl you're so frightened of. Doesn't that mean you and the little witch are done for?
Kay: Remember what? Why are you acting so weird again?
Fox: Kay, you just called out my name.
Kay: Yeah, to tell you to leave Miguel alone. He didn't tag me too hard. You would never hurt me, would you, honey?
Miguel: I'm just glad you're all right.
Kay: Yeah, and as a matter of fact, Miguel didn't tag me at all!
Tabitha: 2-zip! Women rule!
Fox: What? This is no fair.
Tabitha: All's fair in love and war, Fox.
Siren: She scored a touchdown!
Tabitha: Wrong game, dear.
Kay: Oh, sorry, honey.
Siren: Don't worry, Fox. Everything will be all right.
Fox: Nothing will be all right until Kay is mine again.
Tabitha: Oh, Fox, Kay may get her memory back quite soon, but it might not be the happy moment he thinks it will be. Ok, let's play ball!
Whitney: Wait, Time out! Bases are loaded.
Theresa: Two strikes, Jared at bat.
Whitney: And you need to keep cool. If Jared gets the hit, they win. But if you strike him out, we win.
Jared: It all comes down to this, Tess. Isn't that what you wanted?
Theresa: Don't call me Tess, man!
Whitney: Keep your cool, Theresa.
Tabitha: Strike 3, You're out!
Theresa: I did it! Now, how do you like them apples, Jared?
Fancy: Oh, you parked in the sun, and it's such a hot day. I'll bet driving home naked will be really uncomfortable.
Luis: Boy, we are just completely confident here, aren't we? Oh, God. Now, how are you going to explain it to your lawyer when you have to go home totally naked?
Fancy: Hmm, I'll tell him I was unnecessarily strip searched by my arresting officer, and you'll go to jail. But I'll visit you in prison.
Luis: Ok, rule one, one question missed, one piece of clothing removed, check?
Fancy: Check. Yeah.
Luis: Ok. Who goes first?
Fancy: Go ahead.
Luis: Nah, nah, nah, ladies first.
Fancy: Oh, are you nervous?
Luis: Not a bit.
Fancy: Ok, shoot. Go on, give me a hard one.
Luis: Mm-hmm. Oh, oh, oh. Hey, good luck.
Luis: Here is some history. The first official modern police force was organized in what city and by whom?
Fancy: Hmm, let's see. Wait, wait, it's coming to me.
Luis: Ha ha ha! I knew you didn't have this one.
Fancy: Uh, I think...London, right? Yeah, by Sir Robert Peel. That's why they call the English policemen "bobbies."
Luis: How did you know that?
Fancy: Doesn't everyone? But no more trivia. Let's find a more modern question.
Fancy: Ok, "requests for a wiretap can be approved by, A, only a judge; B, only a judge or a district attorney; C, only a judge or the FBI; or, D, any of the above in an emergency"?
Fancy: No. It's A.
Luis: What? No, no, no. The government wiretaps anyone that they want.
Fancy: I'm sorry, Charlie. You're not the government, loser. So what's it going to be? I hope you're not picky and give me one shoelace.
Luis: Nah. I'll give you a thrill.
Luis: How's that?
Fancy: Most impressive.
Luis: Mm-hmm. Still don't know how you got that first question right.
Fancy: I'm a genius.
Fancy's voice: And I cheat.
Miguel: I tried to warn you. These girls are good.
Jared: Well, I didn't know they were that good. Theresa, well, who would have thought a pretty little thing like that would be such an athlete.
Kay: That's to say I'm sorry we beat the daylights out of you.
Miguel: Don't worry about it.
Kay: Gosh, wasn't that fun? I love you. I'll beat you every day of the week if you let me.
Miguel: Maybe not. But I love you, too.
Tabitha: Ah, this war between the sexes is only just beginning. Fox is hurting now, but it's going to get much, much worse.
Theresa: You know, if you knew me, you'd know that I'd never say I told you so, but I told you so.
Jared: Well, no one will ever call me a poor sport, so congratulations.
Theresa: Thank you. And you don't have to worry, I'm not going to rub it in by, you know, reminding you that you lost because I struck you out.
Jared: Gee, thanks. Well, a bet's a bet. I believe I owe you a lobster dinner, so how's tonight sound?
Theresa: Great, yeah. I could demolish a four-pounder.
Jared: A little thing like you?
Theresa: Oh, yeah. I've always had a good appetite.
Gwen: Well, I mean, I am completely amazed here. I really think Theresa has moved on. I mean, she doesn't even realize you're leaving.
Gwen: You really mean that?
Ethan: Yeah. I think Theresa moving on is the best thing that can happen for us.
Jared: Well, I hope the lobster dinners are a little cheaper in New England than they are in the city.
Theresa: Look, you don't have to buy me dinner. It's ok. Hey, beating you is payment enough.
Jared: Uh-huh. Jared Casey does not welsh on a bet. You want a lobster dinner, you got a lobster dinner.
Theresa: Ok. I'll just, you know, get cleaned up and we can go.
Jared: All right.
Whitney: Well, well, well. In a nutshell, Ethan who?
On the Next Passions:
Gwen: Is she in our lives, or is she out?
Ethan: She's out.
Theresa: I want you out of this house now.
Luis: Give me that book.
Siren: Make love to me.
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