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[I mean, it's just fun.]
[My heart is a flower. Budding, blooming, dripping dew. Dropping petals all over the place. Making a big hopeless mess.]
[Friday left me fumblin' with the blues. And it's hard to win when you always lose. Because the nightspots spend your spirit. Beat your head against the wall. Two dead ends and you've still got to choose.]
[We're going to mix that up and it's ready to go for a taco. We use a Pacific wild shrimp. Throw that right on the grill. More matter with less art. Next we're going to warm up a fresh corn tortilla. Melt some cheese. Once the shrimp is ready, drop it on the tortilla, and drop our Maui onion mango slaw, avocado, fresh tomatillo sauce, and a little bit of queso fresco.]
[Watch out baby. And it's no guts... [ Yells ] ...all glory. Mmm! I could sit here and eat this by the bucket full.]
[FIERI: You can't throw a rock in San Diego without hitting a fresh seafood joint. I mean, they're everywhere.]
[The food is outstanding. It's out of this world. I've made my bed, but I've laid out all those tears. FIERI: I've made my bed yet, made up of all my fears, that would be Nick Traxler, who says he's collected these recipes]
[Once in the backyard. She was once like me. She was once like me. Twice when I killed them. They were once at peace. They were once like me.]
[So now you cut it and then it goes back to your brother. It goes back to my brother -- And then he cooks it. Then that's what someone's going to eat.]
[I have heard those things being said before.]
[Wants to stay coal. Wants to stay coal. I swang out wide with her.]