 Something's wrong with Jules, Rebecca |
 Something's wrong with all of us, Phileas, but I do like your clothes |
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 Working the campfire |
 Sing Kumbayah and die, Rebecca |
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 Just remember, I'm the only one that gets to wear an open shirt |
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 He might know what has happened to Jules |
 And it had better be a good explanation - no plot holes allowed |
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 What exactly do you mean by wrong time period? |
 Do I ever loose these freckles? |
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 Grey hair? |
 Oh, it's a joke. Right. |
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