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[[Chuck's apartment, mid-party]]

Chuck: Yo, F-man! You ready to party 'til dawn?
Fooker: Or at least until the super calls the cops.

Fooker: You've got a mean party goin', my man. Hot food, cool drinks, swingin' music, and awesome babes... yet I feel a sense of foreboding...

Trudy: Hi there, boys!
Fooker: That would be the sense of foreboding, all right...