Ricky: Dear Eight Pound, Six Ounce, Newborn Baby Jesus, in your golden, fleece diapers, with your curled-up, fat, balled-up little fists pawin' at the air...
Chip: He was a man! He had a beard!
Ricky: I like the baby version the best, do you hear me?! I win the races and I get the money! I work too hard for your bull, Chip.
Chip: He was a man! He had a beard!
Ricky: I like the baby version the best, do you hear me?! I win the races and I get the money! I work too hard for your bull, Chip.
Ricky : Dear Eight Pound, Six Ounce, Newborn Baby Jesus, in your golden, fleece diapers, with your curled-up, fat, balled-up little fists pawin' at the air...
Chip : He was a man! He had a beard!
Ricky : I like the baby version the best, do you hear me?! I win the races and I get the money! I work too hard for your bull, Chip.
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