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Also ich glaub auch es ist das doppelleben

Fat Albert hat auch immer nochkeiner ne idee?

[Rory walks in with her tray and is about to sit down at a table by herself, but then walks over to another table.]
RORY: Hey.
FRANCIE: Hey.
RORY: There's a bad draft over there where I usually sit. It's kind of like a big downward gust. It's not exactly 'Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore', but it's still pretty darn uncomfortable, especially when you're just gotten your hair to behave. So can I sit here?