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:06:00
You know, Stephen Foster.
:06:02
'Oh! Susanna,'
:06:05
'Camptown Races.'
:06:10
Stephen stinkin' Foster!
:06:12
Uh, yes, well,
:06:15
this happens to be
a nocturne.

:06:18
- A which?
- You know,

:06:21
- Frederic fucking Chopin.
:06:34
Oh, yeah.
:06:50
Boy, I feel great.
:06:55
I feel... just...
:06:58
capital.
:07:21
- Yaahhh!
:07:30
- Do you see what's
going on in the street?

:07:33
- Somebody's gotta do something.
- I believe you're the sheriff.

:07:36
No, no, no, no. This is
not county business. This is
a town matter. Marshal?

:07:40
Yaahhh!
:07:43
- Why don't you just leave it alone?
:07:46
No, I, uh...
I gotta do somethin'.

:07:51
Wah-hoo-wahhh!
:07:55
Here's your down card.

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