John Beckwith:
[after Jeremy gets violently tackled to the ground]
You were awesome... she's buying it, now quit messing around and get up.
Jeremy Grey:
[after getting the wind knocked out of him, whispering]
I'm not messing around, I can't breathe.
John Beckwith:
Oh, come on, now you're just milking it.
Jeremy Grey:
[looks up in disgust, still whispering]
I hate you.
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