[Harvey, not being drunk, is a little more jumpy. Please excuse him while he reholsters his pistol and tries to pretend he didn't just leap halfway across the couch.]
Yeah. Great. Who'da thunk it. [He takes a handful and pops it in his mouth - you'd think he'd be used to the pony by now.]
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Yeah. Great. Who'da thunk it. [He takes a handful and pops it in his mouth - you'd think he'd be used to the pony by now.]