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| - Pam: Listen, Benson. We need to talk. Benson: We are talking. Ooh, wanna hear how many pushups I did at training today? Pam: No, we need to really talk. Benson: Oh, okay. Pam: This...this isn't working for me anymore. Benson: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Pam: Benson, you're a great guy, but I have no idea when you're coming back, or-or if you're coming back. Benson: Sure, sure. Pam: You know, statistically, the further away two mates are from each other, the less likely it is that their realationship will last. I've done the calculations, and our odds *sniffles* are only 1.35%. Benson: Mm-hmm. Benson: What?
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| - Pam: Listen, Benson. We need to talk. Benson: We are talking. Ooh, wanna hear how many pushups I did at training today? Pam: No, we need to really talk. Benson: Oh, okay. Pam: This...this isn't working for me anymore. Benson: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Pam: Benson, you're a great guy, but I have no idea when you're coming back, or-or if you're coming back. Benson: Sure, sure. Pam: You know, statistically, the further away two mates are from each other, the less likely it is that their realationship will last. I've done the calculations, and our odds *sniffles* are only 1.35%. Benson: Mm-hmm. Pam: I'm...I'm-I'm sorry, Benson. It's not you, it's just...math. I think we should just be friends. Benson: I get it. I was sent millions of miles into space against my will, you're back on Earth... Pam: Are you sure you're okay? Benson: I totally understand. I am good. Benson (continued): Pa-a-am!! Why?! Rigby: Okay, okay, okay. My turn. Mordecai: Hmm-hmm-hmm. Rigby: Would your rather have spaghetti for fingers, or have spiders crawl out of your mouth every time you yawn? Mordecai: Hm. That's a good one. If I eat my spaghetti fingers, do they grow back? Rigby: Yes, but they're whole wheat pasta. Mordecai: Aw sick, dude! Well, in that case, I gotta go with- uhh... Mordecai (continued): Uh-oh. Mordecai (continued): Um, hey, buddy. Everything okay, man? Benson: No. Pam dumped me. I've been eating all these wings, but they're not making me feel any better. Rigby: Hey, wait. Didn't you and Pam eat wings on your first date? Benson: Oh nooooooooo! That's why they're not working! They're just making me think about Pam! Mordecai: Whoa, whoa! Forget about wings. Rigby: Yeah, these space wings are wack anyways. We know what'll make you feel better. Benson: What? Mordecai & Rigby: Umm...frriiiiiiieeeeee...Fries! Benson: Fries? Mordecai: Crispy, delicious fries! I'm talkin' curly! Rigby: Crisp cut! Mordecai: Wedge cut! Rigby: Crinkle cut! Mordecai: Shoe-string! Rigby: Artisanal salt, yo!
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