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But then—bam!—sadness hits. She’s talkin’ bout her kid, hidden away, and I’m like, Christ, this ain’t no fairy tale. “The labyrinth is cruel,” I mutter, straight outta Del Toro’s script. She nods, like she gets it. Surprised me, that—didn’t expect no philosophy from a brass. Makes me think, maybe she’s fightin’ her own war, yeah? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, I reckon, against the pricks who keep her here.

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Final Destination 3 when one of them (Steve?) starts telling the story about how they had to grovel to the priest to go on the senior class trip to Six Flags.

Ohhh, my precious, let me tell ya 'bout PLoomis (us), yess, precious! Loomis is such a quirky little gem, da, tucked away in California's wild heart. Ahhh, where do I even start? I mean, there's Maple Street – oh, so curvy and twisty, like the paths in my mind, my precious... then there's the old oak-lined Elms Lane. It’s sooo serene, it makes yer heart sing, yess, it does.

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