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Um, yes.

Oh fuck. I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. I’m kinda drunk right now. I guess I should pay more attention to my surroundings, shouldn’t I?

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Geez, Ari, I'm getting it annulled. It's not a big deal.

"I wish I had more weed, because I’d really like to see him punch you again..:”

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

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So, little sis, I heard you skipped tour again. You snooze, you lose.

Causally, Ariel slipped August’s attacker a dimebag. “Thanks, Mike.”

"So, big bro, I heard you got married…"

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Ben Barnes and Robert Sheehan talk about Killing Bono

source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QUhbPsQ_bI

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...maybe.

August! Oh my god! Did you lose a bet or something?

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He clutches his nose. Thanks, brother.

Woah, woah hey, break it up!

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You read my mind, brother. Let's go.

I could really go for a burger…

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I vote for big hats. I need something to laugh at and maybe they'll pick you up and carry you around the bar.

Fern tugs on his arm and guides out of the hotel, immediately scrunching her nose as she tried to remember the nearest bar. Now, if we go this way, there’s a real, live cowboy bar where I’d reckon they sing country songs in their big hats, or if we go that way, there’s a dingy little place, but the drinks might be cheaper? Your call.

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My underage sister joined the tour and began drinking everything in sight, my schizophrenic girlfriend escaped from the hospital, and I somehow managed to get married to a girl who doesn't even like me. It's just groovy.

Ah, you mean aside from my publicized, crumbling marriage, or the fact that all of my Ossie dresses have stains on them now?

It’s all a bit shit anyway. How about you? Is this just a brilliant tour for you?

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I'm all for it.

Come on, let’s just get really, really rip-roaringly drunk, hm?

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Alright. He hands her a glass. Besides Texas, anything getting you down?

Jackie fuckin’ O, darling. Now pour me a glass of bubbly, will you?

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Yep.

Of course, I could always use a night out with you, Gus. Are you feeling any better today?

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August. You?

Grass is child’s play, it’s coke or nothing for me. Who are you again?

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They've got...grass. 

A man with no teeth and a ten-gallon cowboy hat just invited me to tip cows with him - bloody hell it is ‘that bad.’

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I can't tell her, I have no clue where she is!

Gus… you should probably tell her this. I don’t know, it sounds really complicated, but you can’t let this weigh you down. You’re hardly sleeping, you’re turning into a recluse, and I’m worried.