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Travis:

Let me get this straight - you never use guns? Beck:
No. Travis:
Never. Beck:
Never. Travis:
What if your best friend was gonna die, you wouldn't pick up a gun? Beck:
No guns. Travis:
Santa Claus would pick up a gun to save his best friend. Beck:
Do I look like Santa Claus? Do I look like Santa Claus to you? Travis:
What do you say? Guns make you whooh-poco-loco? Bang-bang-crazy? Beck:
I pick up guns, bad things happen to people. I don't like that. Travis:
What kind of things? Beck:
Very bad things, Travis. Walk. Travis:
What about knives? Beck:
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