Rapid-fire wit. Tarantino and Mamet grew up on this stuff. There's an orchestra at work. Somebody turn off that lousy music. Youth belongs to youth. Msgr. Hulot would love watching this. The phonograph recorder, the chair, the extension cord, the box of card games. The knife, the gun ...
and all it took to clear it up was a little bit of talking.
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