Caroline: [shaking her head 1998 seth
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Caroline: [shaking her head yes] Gus: YES! So that means that YOU are a liar, seth end of story. Lloyd: [chuckles thinking he's won, but Gus looks over and comes towards him] Gus: [putting the gun to his head] You saw the stop sign didn't seth you, Lloyd? [waving the gun back and forth] Gus: You... saw the... seth stop sign... DIDN'T YOU? Lloyd: Y-yes, I did. Gus: YES! So that means that you, too, are a liar! Capital "L", small "i", small "a", small "r", period. Now shut... the fuck... up! Caroline: That's not true. We had our own restaurant once. An Italian restaurant. Of course, I would have preferred French, but... Gus: What are we, girlfriends? Do I give a shit about this? No. Lloyd: [to the therapist referring to their son] In the ninth grade we said he could get a part time job. Are you ready for what he did?
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