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(Saturday. INT: apartment)

MH: Ahh. Saturday morning. Five hours until game.
JH: And six before I have to go back to work.
MH: Aw, muffin.
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EB: You know what we should do? We should go get drinks.
JH: Uh... far be it from me to judge...
EB: Veggie juice. At the Filthy Hippie.
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JH: I refuse to believe that there's an eating establishment called the Filthy Hippie.
MH: Dude, you've never been to the Filthy Hippie?
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EB: It's actually called Funky Harvest, but they have this big brown and green sign that just says "FH!", so everyone calls'em the Filthy Hippie. It's half juice bar, half rec center, half head shop.
JH: Seriously, did a fraction kill your father or something?