Rick: I'm actually very, very sick. I've got this thing that makes me ravenously thirsty all the fucking time and just to top it all off, also makes me fucking allergic to the sun! Really, really allergic, like death by peanut allergy allergic.
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Larry: [Ruby enters the bar dragging a stumbling trunk] You moving in, sweetheart?
Ruby: Sorry about that. Mind if I post up here for a little bit? I've had a fucking day.
Rick: Did Ruby say something? I bet she did, she tends to get a little lippy, get a little attitude, you know?, when she hasn't gotten any in a while.