| RASTUS:
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| There you go, Ruth. |
| There’s your cut. |
| Five percent, that’s sixty grand.
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| Back to my place
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| RUTH:
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| Sixty-thousand pounds. |
| Not much for what I dreamed up
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| RASTUS:
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| Well, it’s fifteen grand a nipple. |
| Ha ha ha, it’s not bad
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| RUTH:
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| Five percent of what he’s getting… he’s a rich boy, isn’t he?
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| RASTUS:
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| Don’t worry, there’ll be more. |
| It worked, that’s all that matters.
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| He’s in his element. |
| This is just the beginning. |
| Tours, TV, toot and tarts.
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| Back where we belong: on top. |
| And no more letters. |
| At least he’s finished with
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| all that |