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Nick: Fooker! You look beat!
Fooker: I AM beat. Trudy moved into the apartment next to me.

Fooker: I helped her move in. I put together her torture devices. I sorted her lingerie. I can even stand her constant sexual tauntings...

Fooker: But if I have to hear her sing "The song that never ends" one more time...
Trudy: [[singing]] ...it just goes on and on, my friend...