Lewis, referring to Lance and Esteban: Those guys are dorks.
Mick: Yes, but they’re my dorks.
Fernando: I'm having a baby.
Lance: Oh, congradu-
Fernando, slamming adoption papers onto the table: It's you, sign here.
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‘and it’s like snow on the beach, weird but it was beautiful, flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful.’