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(Sunday afternoon, INT: JH and MH are entering WW and SW's apartment)

MH: What's shakin', tall dark and hairless?
WW: Hey, sweetie! What - as if I didn't know - can I do for you?
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MH: Actually, in a shocking twist, I'm here for your mind, not your body.
JH: Yeah, is it true that grey things don't leave an afterimage?
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[WW punches JH in the face]
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[WW standing over JH, JH cowering on the floor.]

WW: How 'bout you try picking on a nigger your own size, motherfucker?
JH: Contour! Contour!