[first lines]Bo Barrett: [voice-over during a vineyard pan] It wasn't always like this. Before Paris, people didn't drink our wine. I mean, my friends did. But you could hardly consider their palates discerning...Bo Barrett: Hell, we were farmers... sort of... [pan to empty bottles of Montelena label and several early twenties/late teens smoking hookah]

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A "Papa, can you hear me?"

B "Hello, Dolly!"

C "Hi, I am here!"

D "Hello gorgeous!"