Carlos: [throws him a can of beer] Boy, you still think fast!
Walter: You don't need to think fast to handle a beer.
Carlos: Sometimes when I walk down the street and I pass a sexy-looking woman she makes me feel like I'm bothering her. Hey, I see a pretty lady, I look. That's the price of beauty, my friend.
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