I'll see you in the next video.

Do you think you can dissect me with this blonde little tool?

No, I thought that you were knowledge.

Yes, so ambitious, aren't you?

Do you know what you look like to me with your good bag and your cheap shoes?

You look like a robe, a well scrubed hustling robe, with a little taste.

Good nutrition has given you some length of a bone that you're not more than one generation from poor wire trash.

Are you agents dying?

And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed pure West Virginia.

Because your father is your coal miner, this is stingable land.

And I'll help quickly the boys find you.

All those tedious sticky fumblings and the vaccines of cars,

while you could only dream of getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to the end of the book.

Well, Mary, the prison doors aren't open, but the library certainly seems to be.

Oh, man.

Oh, like, I threw so many dollar bills at Anthony Hopkins during this read.

I didn't know he was allowed glasses in that cell because he had slipped on some cat eye, sunglasses,

and read her to F.I.L.T.H. Phil.

Oh, God.

And it's filthier than the semen that makes through at the calories on the way.

Oh, yeah.

That's not even the worst of the treatment that she gets.

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