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Where's me f***in' trailer? Well? F***in' well? I only agreed to work on this f*** in' film if I had me own f***in' trailer. With a f***in' fridge full of beer. F***. F*** this job. Showbiz? F***in' boll***s more like. And I was promised two hundred fresh red f***in' roses. How can I be expected to perform with out me f***in' roses? Well? Well? WELL? I'm f***in' tellin' ya, next time they f***in' want someone to serve the f***in' tea and coffee, they can f***in' get someone else. F***. I'm outta here...
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