Clem: Joel? Where are my boots?
(TV: Why are you showing me poisons? Can't you understand English? "Potions," I said. Potions.
Love potion, please.)
Clem:
I'm fucking crawling out of my skin!
Should've left you at the flea market.
( TV: First thing to do is...Sift in a cup of powdered whale heart. )
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