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busts the door down with late, spiked starbucks

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[ Richie snorts, rolling his shoulders to relax more as they move towards the bar. ]

"Yuppie" my ass. The way you yell during traffic makes me feel like you should've been a drill sergeant.

[ But then maybe Eddie should be his freakin' agent with the way he seems to know everyone here. Because Richie had spent so much of his time memorizing lines and trying to get through the script without laughing. He had memorized a few names but not like this. He looks to the women and then back to Ed, keeping his voice low. ]

Do you... know the name of everyone here, dude?