Nic: [Singing "Turn Around" by Nirvana]
Up up up and down
Turn turn turn around
Round round round about
and over again.
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one--
Richard: Son of a what?
Nic: Son of a gun.
Richard: Son of a what?
Nic: Son of a b****?
Richard: That's right but it's no reason to swear.
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Oh, YOU GUYS, b**** isn't even a word, it's just a letter followed by stars. You almost had me fooled though.
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