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Not right. It's off; the chances aren't split.
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I BELIEVE IN HARVEY DENT!
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YOU. YOU.
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Lighten up, Harvey.
I bet you've got just the WORST look on your face right now.
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Lighten up. Lighten up!? You got lucky. Luck saved you the first time. you won't have a second.
Don't fuck around with me.
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I - I was. Am. Harvey Dent.
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HARVEY! They got you too?
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Who are you?
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...right?
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- I don't remember you. I remember Gordon and his brat. No, not brat. Kid. That his son. His -
- fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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