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Dwayne (thinking): One more fire out. How many more to go?
Sharon (off camera): For the last time, Scott! Give it a rest!
<<BRING BRING>>

Scott: But you caught the bouquet! I don't believe in superstition any more than you, but perhaps this is yet another sign! Your destiny is clear!

Sharon: The only clear destiny *I* see is my foot being destined to kick your teeth out from back to front after I've shoved it so far up your--
Dwayne: Am I interrupting something?

Sharon: Nothing I can't handle, Dwayne. Just tell the homicide detectives you heard and saw nothing.
Scott: To be fragged by the mother of The One... a dubious honor.