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Heiley: Carter, Ms Anna gave me three.

Carter: ...Ow.

Heiley: Carter, I got three guy tasters.

Carter: My ... my absolute condolences go to you, Heiley.

Heiley: Nobody expresses their condolences with a horny smile, chili.

Carter: I did not!

Heiley: I got three fussy eaters on my team, Carter.

Carter: Are you trying to mimic a broken record?

Heiley: I am trying to get you to THINK UP a solution for me, since, oh I DON'T KNOW, SOMEBODY ENDS UP WITH A SEXIST, MALE-FREE LIST OF TASTERS!

Carter: Is that steam coming out of your ears?

Heiley: How could Ms Anna do this?

Carter: She loves me.

Heiley: I'm going to file a complaint on her of favoritism.

Carter: Can we move on to Plan B?

Heiley: She and I, will need to have a nice little chat over two cups of coffee, one being laced with poison.

Carter: Heiley.

Heiley: I'm going to talk to Sexist Anna.

Carter: She's not. The list is.

Heiley: Zip.

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