Man, leaning against parked delivery truck, yelling:

YEAH, HI, DO YOU HAVE BLAME IT ON RIO?

IT’S OUT?

DO YOU KNOW WHEN IT’LL BE BACK IN?

NO? OK, BYE.

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Man, striding down avenue, yelling, then not:

NO. DIVA.

NOT FEVER!

D-I-V-A!

Diva. Yes.

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Woman, walking through downtown square, laughing, brief shout (possibly misheard):

Ha ha, yeah, all the time. He’s all Uncle Buck.

Yeah, ha ha ha, ALL THE TIME.

Oh, oh, he’s totally conscious of it. He’s totally doing it.

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Woman leaving restaurant with take-out:

I have to pick up Harry and the Hendersons on the way home again. I don’t know why I don’t just buy it.

I should, I should. I really should.

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Man pacing in front of convenience store:

Yeah, that sounds fun. You can’t wait for that, right? My Dinner with fucking Andre.

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Man waiting for bus:

He compared it to Eating Raoul.

I’m gonna see it anyway.

Yeah, Eating Raoul.