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From the movie Pulp Fiction, edited for language:
The way your dad looked at it, this Rolex was your birthright. He'd be damned if any fool's gonna put their greasy little hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his rear. Five long years, he wore this Rolex up his rear. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the Rolex. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my rear for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the Rolex to you.
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