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Angelica scoops up a bucket of sand.
Chuckie: [Sigh] Okay, Angelica. You might as well get it over with.
Angelica: Whatever do you mean, Chuckie?
Chuckie: You know you want to dump sand all over my head. Why don't you just do it now, then we could get on with the rest of our lives.
Angelica: Chuckie, I'm hurt. Do you really think I would do that to you?
Chuckie: Angelica, please! Let's just get it over with!
Angelica: Okay Chuckie, That's really what you want!
Chuckie: Just do it.