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невольно вспоминается декстеровский диалог между Деброй и Квинном
QUINN: You know what’s frustrating? 9 days, 13 hours.
DEB: What?
QUINN: Since we… you know? Just…
DEB: You’re counting?
QUINN: I can’t help it. I have an internal clock.
DEB: Well, unplug it.
QUINN: I’m just saying, at this point, we might as well be married.
DEB: Shit on my face. You ever use words like “we” and “married” in the same fucking sentence again…