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Guard:Mr.Dexter,he __(1)__ the camera in the elevator.Coming our way.

Dexter:Yessirree.You know,they say wealth can be a great _(2)_ but I'm willin' to take it on and I'll tell ya...Holy shit!

Layla:Yes!

Dexter:That's a lot of fuckin' do-re-mi right there and that's ours! That's mine! Here.Buy yourself some lipstick.Goddamn that's a lot of money! Yeah? What? Fuck! Are you fucking kidding me? What does it take to kill this son of a bitch? I want him dead,right now! You kill him,right now! You hear me? You think you can do that? No,of course you can't do that.Because you're a bunch of fuckin' pussies! I have to do fuckin' everything around here.

Layla:Easy baby.

Dexter:Jesus fuckin' Christ!

Layla:It's OK baby.

Dexter:No it's not OK! That bald fuck is comin' to kick my ass! Jesus! No! Fuck!

Layla:_________(3)__________.

Dexter:You know I think you might have something there.I'm countin' on ya.Come on angle.Let's go.I'm countin' on ya.

Layla:I got this.