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Claire:
I want us to be together when it happens. Maybe out- outside on the terrace. Help me Justine. I want to do this the right way.

Justine:
You'd better do is quickly.

Claire:
A glass of wine, together, maybe.

Justine:
You want me to have a glass of wine on your terrace?

Claire:
Yes. Will... will you do it, Sis?

Justine:
How about a song? Beethoven's Ninth. Something like that? Maybe we could light some candles. You want us to gather on your terrace to sing a song, have a glass of wine, the three of us?

Claire:
Yes. That would make me happy.

Justine:
Do you know what I think of your plan?

Claire:
No. I was hoping you might like it.

Justine:
I think it's a piece of sh*t.

Claire:
Justine, please. I just want it to be nice.

Justine:
Nice? Why don't we meet on the f***in' toilet?

Claire:
Then let's not.

Justine:
You're damn right, let's not.

Claire:
Sometimes I hate you so much, Justine.