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Sasha: (on driving) Can't. Don't. Shouldn't.
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Sasha: OK, either I do the right thing; y'know, tell the boss the truth, and get the sack and Rob is proved right. Or, I lie to keep the job, say I can drive, and wrap the van around a lamp post and Rob is proved right. So, lose, lose!
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Sooz: Look, thanks for the loan Sasha. But thing is, belts don't get dented. Or smashed. Or involved in lawsuits for that matter.
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Jamie: Thanks for not taking me shopping. The excitment might have pushed me over the edge.
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Nicki: Um, your bag just barked.
Girl: Oh this is Sparkle, my best friend. Along with Jo-jo and Muff, they're fab company. Don't worry. I've got doggie passports for all of them.
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Rob: (on Sasha's driving) Who's fault was it? The roundabouts? Three inches more and I would have needed an angle grinder to get out the door!