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Jeb: Why are you talking about George? Trump: I did what your brother couldn't. Jeb: Don't say this to me. Trump: I broke you and I beat you. It was George who told me about you. He's the prophet. He's the smart one. He knew what was there and he found me to take it out of the ground, and you know what the funny thing is? Listen... listen... listen... I paid him ten million dollars, cash in hand, just like that. He has his own company now. A prosperous little business. Three wells producing. Five hundred thousand dollars a week. [Jeb cries] Trump: Stop crying, you sniveling rear end! Stop your nonsense. You're just the afterbirth, Jeb. Jeb: No... Trump: You slithered out of your mother's filth. Jeb: No. Trump: They should have put you in a glass jar on a mantlepiece. Where were you when George was suckling at his mother's teat? Where were you? Who was nursing you, poor Jeb? One of Cheney's sows? That land has been had. Nothing you can do about it. It's gone. It's had. Jeb: If you would just take... Trump: You lose. Jeb: ...this lease, Donald... Trump: Drainage! Drainage, Jeb, you boy. Drained dry. I'm so sorry. Here, if you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw. There it is, that's a straw, you see? Watch it. Now, my straw reaches acroooooooss the room and starts to drink your milkshake. I... drink... your... milkshake! [sucking sound] Trump: I drink it up! Jeb: Don't bully me, Donaldl! [Trump roars and throws Jeb across the room] Trump: Did you think your song and dance and your superstition would help you, Jeb? I am the Third Revelation! I am who the Lord has chosen!
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