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This is as good of a place as any...
REID: Stop crying, you sniveling ass! Stop your nonsense. You're just the afterbirth, Eli.
MANNING: No...
REID: You slithered out of your mother's filth.
MANNING: No.
REID: They should have put you in a glass jar on a mantlepiece. Where were you when Peyton was suckling at your mother's teat? Where were you? Who was nursing you, poor Eli- one of Archie's sows? Nothing you can do about it. It's gone. It's had. You lose.
*Eli cries*
REID: Draaaaaiiinage! Drainage, Eli, you boy. Drained dry. I'm so sorry. Here, if you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw. There it is, that's a straw, you see? You watching?. And my straw reaches acroooooooss the room, and starts to drink your milkshake... I... drink... your... milkshake!
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