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Gob: Time to seal the deal.
Wife of Gob: Oh, wait, what time is it? Oh, God, seal the deal. My seal deal. I got to get to Sea Land. I’m selling five of their sickest seals to a third world zoo.
Gob: Did you say seals?
Wife of Gob: Yes, I told you, like, four hours ago, I sell seals! God, you ever listen to what I say?
Gob: I’m sorry I don’t memorize every single word that comes out of your mouth—sometimes I just like to think. Think my thoughts.
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