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Sharon: So... you must be the infamous Fooker I keep hearing about.
Fooker: I see my reputation precedes me. How'd you know?

Sharon: Oh, the giant red welts on your cheek. That one woman must have turned her ring around when she slapped you, huh?
Fooker: I can count the number of facets on her diamond...

Fooker: Look, you're not going to go all ballistic on me, are you?
Sharon: Naw. You look beaten up enough. I'll just play with your mind psychologically. Those scars don't heal as quickly...