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Lloyd Christmas: We got no food, we got no jobs... our PETS' HEADS ARE FALLING OFF!

Harry Dunne: [a large bus full of gorgeous women in bikinis pull upwardly beside them and three step out]

Bikini Girl: How-do-you-do, guys. Nosotros're going on a national bikini tour, and we're looking for two oil boys who can grease us off before each competition.

Harry Dunne: Y'all are in luck! In that location'southward a boondocks near three miles that way. I'm sure you'll find a couple guys there.

Bikini Daughter: [baffled] Okay, thanks.

[the doors close and the jitney drives off. After a 2nd, Lloyd turns to Harry]

Lloyd Christmas: Practice you realize what you've done?

[they run later the omnibus]

Lloyd Christmas: HEY! HEY!

Harry Dunne: Lloyd! Lloyd!

[the autobus stops and opens the doors]

Lloyd Christmas: [panting] You'll take to excuse my friend. He's a little slow. The town is back *that* way.

Harry Dunne: [after Lloyd trades the van in for a moped] You know, Lloyd, just when I think yous couldn't possibly be whatever dumber, you lot go and exercise something similar this... and totally redeem yourself!

Harry Dunne: I can't believe we collection around all day, and there'due south not a single job in this town. There is nothing, zilch, cipher!

Lloyd Christmas: Yeah! Unless you lot wanna work xl hours a week.

Harry Dunne: According to the map, we've only gone 4 inches.

Harry Dunne: She gave me a bunch of crap about me not listening to her, or something. I don't know, I wasn't really paying attending.

Lloyd Christmas: [Reaching over Joe Mantelino] You lot're information technology.

Harry Dunne: You lot're it.

Lloyd Christmas: You're it, quitsies!

Harry Dunne: Anti-quitsies, you're it, quitsies, no anti-quitsies, no startsies!

Lloyd Christmas: You can't do that!

Harry Dunne: Tin too!

Lloyd Christmas: Cannot, stamp it!

Harry Dunne: Can too, double stamp it, no erasies!

Lloyd Christmas: Cannot, triple postage, no erasies, Impact blueish go far truthful.

Harry Dunne: No, you can't practise that... you lot can't triple postage a double postage stamp, you can't triple stamp a double stamp! Lloyd!

Lloyd Christmas: [easily over ears] LA LA LA LA LA LA!

Harry Dunne: LLOYD! LLOYD! LLOYD!

Joe Mentalino: GUYS! Enough!

Lloyd Christmas: [addressing Mary] I'one thousand crazy well-nigh you. I've never felt this way about everyone.

Lloyd Christmas: [laughs nervously] Listen to me! I feel similar a schoolboy again. A schoolboy who desperately wants to make sweet, sweetness love to y'all.

Mary Swanson: [Mary comes into the room, making it articulate to viewers that Lloyd's previous words were but a rehearsal] I thought I heard you talking to someone.

Lloyd Christmas: [now extremely nervous] Mary... I... I desperately want to make love to a schoolboy.

Harry Dunne: So you lot got fired once again, eh?

Lloyd Christmas: Oh yeah. They always freak out when you leave the scene of an accident, yous know?

Harry Dunne: Aye, well, I lost my job too.

Lloyd Christmas: Human being, you lot are one pathetic loser. No offense.

Harry Dunne: No, none taken. Y'all know what really chaps my ass though? I spent my life savings turning my van into a dog. The alarm alone toll me two hundred.

Lloyd Christmas: Hey, chicks love it. It's a shaggin' wagon.

Harry Dunne: What's her last proper name? I'll look it upwards.

Lloyd Christmas: You lot know, I don't actually recollect. Starts with an S! Let's see. Swim? Swammi? Slippy? Slappy? Swenson? Swanson?

Harry Dunne: Perhaps it's on the briefcase.

Lloyd Christmas: Oh, yeah! It's right here.

[He reads the manufacturer's proper noun, which is Samsonite]

Lloyd Christmas: Samsonite! I was way off! I knew it started with an S, though.

Harry Dunne: I expected the Rocky Mountains to be a petty rockier than this.

Lloyd Christmas: I was thinking the same thing. That John Denver's full of shit, human being.

Harry Dunne: I don't go information technology, Lloyd. She told me ten o' clock, precipitous! Are you certain you went to the right bar?

Lloyd Christmas: Yep. I'thou pretty sure. Entrance hall bar correct past the lobby.

Harry Dunne: [sighs]

Lloyd Christmas: Possibly she simply had a alter of heart.

Harry Dunne: Oh, that pisses me off! That pisses me right off! I hate when women do that. She wanted to see you once again! And now no? Now... Wait a infinitesimal! Look! She must accept meant ten o' clock at night!

Lloyd Christmas: Do you think...?

Harry Dunne: Why would she take you lot run across her in a bar at x in the morning?

Lloyd Christmas: I but figured she was a raging alcoholic.

[coming out of the 7-eleven]

Lloyd Christmas: Hey, guys. Whoa, Big Gulps, huh? All right! Well, see you later.

Harry Dunne: [shivering] I tin can't feel my f-fingers anymore, Lloyd. They're-they're numb!

Lloyd Christmas: Possibly you lot should wear these actress gloves.

Lloyd Christmas: [takes off gloves over some other pair of gloves] My hands are starting to get sweaty.

Harry Dunne: Actress gloves? Y'all've had this pair of actress gloves this whole time?

Lloyd Christmas: [obliviously] Yes, we're in the Rockies!

Harry Dunne: I'grand gonna kill y'all.

State Trooper: [Harry is driving fast and a cop is behind him and Lloyd] Pull over!

Harry Dunne: What?

State Trooper: Pull over!

Harry Dunne: [realizes he's holding beer bottles that Lloyd urinated in; shows his sweater] No, it's a cardigan, just thanks for noticin'!

Lloyd Christmas: Yep, killer boots, man!

Country Trooper: Pull your vehicle to the side of the road! License and registration, please. You fellas were going a little fast back there, wouldn't you lot say? You fellas been doing a bit of boozin', take ya? Suckin back on granddad's one-time cough medicine?

Harry Dunne: No, sir.

Lloyd Christmas: No.

State Trooper: [points to the beer bottles] Yeah, well what's that?

Harry Dunne: That's nothing, sir.

Lloyd Christmas: Yes, nothing.

State Trooper: Yep, well are y'all aware that it's against the law to have an open booze container hither in the state of Pennsylvania? Come on, give me that alcohol, you fiddling pumpkin pie, pilus-cutted freak, come on!

[Harry complies; the cop prepares to drink information technology, not knowing that Lloyd peed in it]

Harry Dunne: Sir, no! Look, wait, expect!

Lloyd Christmas: No, sir, don't!

State Trooper: You lot proceed your mouth shut if you know it's proficient for ya, buddy!

[takes a swig, but to realize he just drank urine]

Lloyd Christmas: Tic-Tac, sir?

State Trooper: Get the hell out of here!

[on the verge of gagging]

Lloyd Christmas: Husband? Expect a infinitesimal. What was all that "one in a million" talk?

Lloyd Christmas: I want to ask you a question, straight out, flat out, and I want you to give me the honest reply. What practice you call up the chances are of a guy like you and a girl like me ending up together?

Mary Swanson: Well Lloyd, that'southward difficult to say. We actually don't...

Lloyd Christmas: Hit me with it! Just give it to me straight! I came a long way just to come across you Mary, just... The least y'all tin do is level with me. What are my chances?

Mary Swanson: Not skilful.

[the background soundtrack music of a sudden stops]

Lloyd Christmas: [he gulps, his mouth twitching] You mean, non good like one out of a hundred?

Mary Swanson: I'd say more like 1 out of a million.

Lloyd Christmas: [long pause while he processes what he'south heard] And then you're telling me there's a take a chance. YEAH!

Lloyd Christmas: Excuse me, little old lady. Do you have change for a dollar?

Elderly Lady: Change? No I'one thousand distressing, I don't.

Lloyd Christmas: Well, can you exercise me a favor and watch my stuff hither while I become break a dollar?

Elderly Lady: Of course.

Lloyd Christmas: Cheers. Hey, I estimate they're correct. Senior citizens, although deadening and unsafe behind the cycle, tin can still serve a purpose. I'll exist correct back. Don't yous go dying on me.

Harry Dunne: That was genius, Lloyd, sheer genius. I mean where did you come up with a scam like that?

Lloyd Christmas: Saw information technology in a movie in one case.

Harry Dunne: That's incredible! So what happened, so the guy tricks some sucker into picking up his tab and gets away with it scott gratuitous?

Lloyd Christmas: No, in the movie, they take hold of up to him half mile downwards the road and slit his throat!

Harry Dunne: [Stares at Lloyd in atheism. The speed of the engine increases]

Lloyd Christmas: Ha ha ha! Information technology was a good one.

Lloyd Christmas: What the hell are we doing here, Harry? We gotta get out of this town!

Harry Dunne: Yeah, and get where? Where are we gonna go?

Lloyd Christmas: I'll tell you where. Someplace warm. A place where the beer flows similar wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock similar the salmon of Capistrano. I'g talking nigh a piddling identify called Aspen.

Harry Dunne: I don't know Lloyd, the French are assholes.

Lloyd Christmas: If I know Mary too as I think I do, she'll invite u.s.a. right in for tea and strumpets.

Mary Swanson: Okay, how practice you guys know each other?

Lloyd Christmas: Nosotros used to be best friends.

Harry Dunne: Yeah, till he turned into a back-stabber.

Lloyd Christmas: Me, a back-stabber? You lot got a lot of nerve. You knew I was crazy most her!

Harry Dunne: Yeah, and y'all knew I was crazy about Fraida Felcher, and that didn't stop yous, did information technology?

Lloyd Christmas: [gasps] What do yous mean?

Harry Dunne: "What do you lot mean?" Don't deny information technology, Lloyd. Fraida told me the whole sleazy story, Mr. French Tickler! I guess nosotros both learned a little something about each other today.

Lloyd Christmas: You said it, pal. Maybe we're not as good of friends as we thought. I hateful, if one beautiful girl can rip us apart like this, then perchance our friendship isn't worth a damn. Perchance we should call it quits right at present.

Harry Dunne: Yous but tell me where to sign, bud.

Lloyd Christmas: Right on my donkey after you kiss information technology!

Harry Dunne: Buss it! You lot kiss mine! Both cheeks, both lips! Right hither! Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah!

Mary Swanson: So you'll pick me upward tonight at seven forty-v?

Harry Dunne: Yo... well, y'know, I got a few things to take care of beginning, but what... why don't we brand it quarter to 8?

Mary Swanson: [laughs] Stop it.

Harry Dunne: Okay, vii forty-five.

Lloyd Christmas: I'm just human, Harry! Come up on! Stop being a babe. So nosotros backtracked a tad.

Harry Dunne: A tad? A tad, Lloyd? You drove almost a sixth of the way across the land in the wrong direction! Now we don't take enough money to get to Aspen, we don't have plenty money to get domicile, nosotros don't accept enough coin to eat, we don't accept plenty money to sleep!

Lloyd Christmas: Well, it's not gonna do u.s.a. whatever good sitting hither whining about it. Nosotros're in a hole. We're just going to accept to dig ourselves out.

Lloyd Christmas: [Harry is choking him barehanded on a picnic table in Aspen] Harry, your hands are freezing!

Lloyd Christmas: Heed, Mr. Samsonite, about the briefcase, my friend Harry and I have every intention of fully reimbursing you.

Nicholas Andre: Open it up. Open up information technology up!

Lloyd Christmas: [Motioning to Mary] Go ahead, open it up. Practise what he says. Hurry.

Nicholas Andre: What is this? What is this? Where'southward all the money?

Lloyd Christmas: That's as proficient as money, sir. Those are I.O.U.'s. Go alee and add it upward, every cent's accounted for. Look, run into this? That's a motorcar. 275 m. Might wanna hang onto that i.

Lloyd Christmas: I said, "Do you beloved me?" and she said, "No, just that'due south a actually nice ski mask."

[Harry and Lloyd are spending the evening in a romantic-themed motel]

Harry Dunne: I don't know, Lloyd. These places ever seem to bring back a lot of bad memories.

Lloyd Christmas: What's the matter, Har? Some little colt interruption your middle?

Harry Dunne: No, it was a girl.

Harry Dunne: Yesterday was one of the greatest days of my life. Mary and I went skiing, we made a snowman, she touched my leg...

Lloyd Christmas: Okay, kill him!

Lloyd Christmas: They got the Monkees. They were a major influence on the Beatles.

[while looking dorsum at Mary]

Lloyd Christmas: There's really zip to worry about Mary. Statistically, they say yous're more probable to get killed on the way to the airdrome. You know, like on a head on crash or flying off a cliff or getting trapped nether a gas truck! That's the worst! I have this cousin, well y'know, I had this cousin...

[Lloyd drives right through a cherry light, causing a fatal accident visible in the window]

Mary Swanson: Uh, Lloyd, could you keep your optics on the road please?

Lloyd Christmas: Oh, yes! Proficient thinking. Y'all tin't be too careful. There are a lot of bad drivers out there.

Lloyd Christmas: [after Harry saves his life] Harry, you lot're alive. And a horrible shot!

Lloyd Christmas: [while telling Harry what to tell Mary about himself] Tell her I'1000 rich, and I'k good looking, and I have, uh, a rapist'southward wit.

Harry Dunne: [while Lloyd is urinating filling up several empty beer bottles] What are y'all, a camel?

[Lloyd starts making camel noises]

Joe Mentalino: Guys! Guys! Guys! Fellas... you call up we could heed to the radio or something?

Lloyd Christmas: Radio? Who needs a radio? Fix, Harry?

[Lloyd and Harry start singing "Mockingbird"]

Lloyd Christmas: [Lloyd and Harry stop to pick upwards Joe Mentalino, who is in that location to kill them] Nosotros don't normally choice upwards hitchhikers. Just I'grand-a gonna go with my instincts on this one. Saddle up, partner!

Lloyd Christmas: [after a confrontation with Sea Bass] Y'all really wimped out, man.

Harry Dunne: What are you talking near, wimped out? Wha... Did you lot see? The guy hawked on my burger!

Lloyd Christmas: [Opening the door on Nicholas Andre, who he thinks is a hotel employee] We have plenty of towels - thanks!

Lloyd Christmas: [after getting off the moped with Harry frozen to his back] Got a little nippy going through the pass, huh, Har?

Sea Bass: [Harry accidentally throws a table salt shaker at him] What the hell? Who'southward the expressionless human being that hit me with the salt shaker?

[Lloyd points to Harry]

Harry Dunne: Well, it was a terrible error, sir. Oh, delight believe me, I would never do anything to offend a man of your size.

Sea Bass Friend: Boot his ass, Sea Bass!

Body of water Bass: [looks at Harry's burger] You gonna eat that?

Harry Dunne: What, that? No, yeah, no. Well, no, I-I crossed my mind, yes?

Sea Bass: [hawks a disgusting loogie in Harry's burger] Still want it?

Harry Dunne: Nah, you go ahead.

[checking Harry & Lloyd's apartment]

Joe Mentalino: Briefcase ain't hither, they must've taken it with them.

J.P. Shay: Well, he's gotta come dwelling house sometime.

Joe Mentalino: Maybe we should trash the place, send them a little message.

J.P. Shay: [looks effectually] I don't think he's gonna get that message Joe, I hateful, the guy'southward got worms in his living room.

Mary Swanson: [after hearing on TV most the kid who bought a dead bird] Who are these ill people?

Lloyd Christmas: The first time I prepare eyes on Mary Swanson, I just got that old fashioned romantic feeling where I'd do anything to bone her.

Harry Dunne: That'southward a special feeling, Lloyd.

Lloyd Christmas: All we need to do is show a piffling class, a little sophistication, and we're in similar a dirty shirt.

Harry Dunne: No trouble, Lloyd. We can be classy and sophistic... Oh, check out the funbags on that hosehound.

Lloyd Christmas: I'd like to eat her liver with some fava beans and a nice canteen of Chianti.

Harry Dunne: I tin't believe it.

Lloyd Christmas: Life is a delicate affair, Har. 1 minute you lot're chewin' on a burger, the next minute you're dead meat.

Harry Dunne: Merely he blamed me. You lot heard him. Those were his last words.

Lloyd Christmas: Not if yous count the gurgling sound.

Joe Mentalino: Gas man. How the hell did they know that I got gas?

Joe Mentalino: Close up! Now we don't even know who the hell they are! Y'all don't kill people you don't know. That's a rule.

Beth: I'yard gonna give you my number. Let's meet if I can find it...

Harry Dunne: Peachy!

[notices his left leg is on burn]

Harry Dunne: Ha!

Beth: Okay. I know I left it in here somewhere.

Harry Dunne: [stomping his left leg] Look! Why don't you just tell it to me! I take a really good memory!

Beth: Well, the number is 555-...

[Harry repeats it almost silently]

Beth: ...-905 - . Oh wait! That's my home number. That is then weird how your mind only goes plainly...

Harry Dunne: [gets impatient, all the same trying to stomp the fire out] FOR GOD'Due south SAKE! But Requite ME THE DAMN NUMBER!

Beth: [looks at Harry appalled] Okay. Look guy! You lot're gonna get pushy, FORGET Almost Information technology!

[Beth drives off, and Harry stomps away to the bathroom to put the fire out]

[first lines]

Lloyd Christmas: Excuse me. Could y'all tell me how to get to the medical schoolhouse? I'm supposed to exist giving a lecture in 20 minutes, and my driver'southward a scrap lost.

Lloyd Christmas: [to Harry] How about you become over and introduce yourself, build me up, that way I don't have to brag about myself later.

Harry Dunne: [Harry simply emptied himself into Mary's cleaved toilet afterward Lloyd gave him laxatives] Flush, you bastard.

Mary Swanson: This is incredible. You hateful to say you drove 2000 miles, only for me?

Lloyd Christmas: I-I didn't really have a-a lot to do... and I know how frustrating information technology can be to lose a bag.

Lloyd Christmas: Mary Christmas. Mrs. Mary Christmas. Kinda tricky, huh, Harr?

Harry Dunne: Aye yes, that sounds nice. But, Lloyd, don't you call back y'all might be jumping the gun a footling bit? I mean, you know, who knows? You know, maybe, once you get to know her y'all'll find out that she'southward not your blazon.

Lloyd Christmas: [stern voice] Hey! Don't you ever say that again! She is the love of my life! The blood in my veins! We belong together till the mountains fall into the bounding main, till the heavens collide! Or until I get ill of her and need to move on. You hear me?

Harry Dunne: Okay, okay, okay, okay. Simply at-home downwards. But calm downward.

Joe Mentalino: So why are you guys going to Aspen? Vacation?

Lloyd Christmas: [Lloyd and Harry just sabotaged his burger with atomic peppers and are snickering] Why don't you eat up, and nosotros'll tell ya.

Joe Mentalino: It just doesn't seem like y'all packed friction match. All I saw was i bag and a briefcase.

Harry Dunne: Well, no, no. The briefcase isn't even ours. Some lady left it at that airport. Nosotros're just bring it dorsum to her. How's your burger?

Joe Mentalino: Yous hateful, you don't fifty-fifty know her? I mean talk about being in the wrong identify at the wrong time.

[Harry and Lloyd hear a knock on their door and await through the peephole]

Harry Dunne: [whispering] There'due south two of 'em. 1 of 'em's got a gun.

Lloyd Christmas: [suspiciously] Did you pay the gas nib?

[Harry realizes he didn't, Lloyd grabs Harry's confront]

Lloyd Christmas: Do you lot realize what you've done?

[Deleted scene]

Lloyd Christmas: Let me ask you something. Practise you want to end up like Petey? Dead? In some flea-ridden apartment? Face downwardly in your own droppings? A soggy sunflower seed pressed against your neb? Come on, Harry! Don't y'all see what Petey was trying to say to you lot? You lot got to take life by the balls! Chew it up and spit information technology out! Dance to the tune of a different drummer! Spread your wings and fly and run and bound! God, help me!

Harry Dunne: I don't know if I got that from his death, Lloyd. I retrieve his head simply cruel off.

Lloyd Christmas: Whatsoever!

State Trooper: You fellas been doing a bit of boozing, have yous? Suckin back on grandpa'due south old cough medicine?

Lloyd Christmas: This is the life... cold beer, a hot tub and cardboard walls. There's only 1 thing that could make this moment whatsoever better.

Harry Dunne: What's that?

Lloyd Christmas: If you had a nice set of knockers.

Harry Dunne: That'southward two things, Lloyd.

Lloyd Christmas: Yeah, well, information technology's a expert affair y'all're not stacked, Harry, or I'd be banging you correct at present. I'd testify you what a real human can do. Divide you similar an old piece of firewood. You'd probably like it too, yous large homo.

Harry Dunne: Shut upward.

Lloyd Christmas: Don't tell me to shut upward, woman.

[to the dogs in his van]

Harry Dunne: OK, gang, you know the rules, no humping, no licking, no sniffing hineys.

Anxious Homo at Telephone: [pacing exterior of phone booth occupied by Mental] I had plans. I had things I wanted to practice. This is where information technology all ends in a phone booth.

[bangs on the glass]

Anxious Man at Phone: Sir, did you ever hear of the concept of "other people"? Um, me, being that for the phone, sir...

[Mental ignores him]

Anxious Man at Telephone: You turned your back on me, Ooh Ooh! He got me mad, I almost like information technology.

[starts to bang on glass again]

Anxious Man at Phone: [Bangs on drinking glass with each sentence] The impairment I can do to you. Because yous were spiteful. I didn't wanna... That'due south not your problem. You didn't know... Get off the phone.

[Acts like he can't hear him and motions for him to pace closer]

Anxious Human being at Telephone: Get off - the - pho...

Joe Mentalino: [Punches through the drinking glass, knocking the man unconscious] I'1000 pitiful, Mr. Andre, you were proverb?

Lloyd Christmas: [as he leaves a convenience store, Lloyd encounters two black guys] Hey, guys. Oh, Big Gulps, huh? All right... Well, see you later on!

Nicholas Andre: [Over the phone] Don't forget that your bread plate is on the left! Look, I tin can't have these guys running around Aspen!

Joe Mentalino: Don't worry. They own't gonna be running around nowhere after I dump a little rat poison in their Shirley Temple.

[Joe Mentalino is having an ulcer attack]

Lloyd Christmas: He's resisting me!

Harry Dunne: Here.

[puts some pills in Mentalino's mouth]

Harry Dunne: Here you go. Here y'all go. Here you become.

Lloyd Christmas: Pills! Pills are good! Pills are good!

Harry Dunne: Drink 'em down. There you go. There yous go, big guy. You want some ketchup and mustard? That helped u.s..

[Mentalino sees the rat toxicant bottle]

Joe Mentalino: Son of a bowwow!

[stomach gurgles and he dies]

Lloyd Christmas: Check, delight.

Lloyd Christmas: Excuse me, gunman. Who are you?

Nicholas Andre: Don't play impaired with me, asshole! I'm the rightful owner of the briefcase you've been carrying around!

Nicholas Andre: [sees Harry and Lloyd approaching in their ridiculous suits] Uhh, excuse me gentlemen... this is a $500-a-plate dinner. Goodnight.

Harry Dunne: $500. Okay, no trouble. Put us down for four.

Lloyd Christmas: In example we want seconds!

Beth: So I told myself. Beth y'all merely got to run girl and oh yous know what that clutz did next?

Lloyd Christmas: No and I don't - Intendance!

Mrs. Neugeboren: Where have you been, Dunne? My dogs were supposed to be here 40 minutes ago! Now, I hardly have any time to primp them.

Harry Dunne: Don't worry about a matter, Mrs. Noogy-Burger

Mrs. Neugeboren: Neugeboren!

Harry Dunne: Neu-Neu-Neuge...

Mrs. Neugeboren: -boren.

Harry Dunne: Boren. These pooches are not gonna need any primping. You know why? Because I bathed them, and I clipped them myself. And I stand by my functioning.

Harry Dunne: [Dogs are covered in ketchup and mustard from the rough auto ride] On 2nd thought, you may just want to run a comb through them.

Beth: [at the gas station] Uh sir, you're... yous're spraying everywhere...

Lloyd Christmas: Yous spilled the salt, that's what'south the matter! Spilling the salt is very bad luck! Nosotros're driving across the country, the last thing we need is bad luck. Quick, toss some table salt over your right shoulder.

Harry Dunne: [Tosses the entire salt shaker over his shoulder]

Sea Bass: What the hell? Who'due south the dead man that hit me with the common salt shaker?

Harry Dunne: [on seeing the dogs covered in food] You know, on second idea, you might just want to run a comb through 'em.

Harry Dunne: [his tongue is frozen stuck to the ski-elevator] Say... you kids wouldn't happen to have a cup of warm h2o would ya?

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