Garrett Fowler:
[drunkenly calling Tara]
Hey, Madam Mayor Sexy.
Tara Small:
What do you want, Fowler?
Garrett Fowler:
What I have always wanted. You.
Tara Small:
That is so sweet. You're still in charge of the special little soldiers.
Garrett Fowler:
Oh, come on, retards? Tara, you gave me retards!
Tara Small:
They like the term "disabled", so use it. And Fowler, make this work. Get me good press. Or you'll end up painting houses in Sylmar.
Garrett Fowler:
I hate you.
Tara Small:
Well, then this worked like it was supposed to. Good night.
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