Becks: Hmmm - let's see - um... 250 million divided by 5 -- and only five MLS games this season - ding dong, that's $10 million a game!
Posh: Out of my way, I'm maaaajah! It's time for my lunchtime Evian and celery.
Becks: Ow -- 'ere she comes ... oh, we're back with the Posh Vader look ...
Posh: 'ello love. Give us a kiss.
Becks: *grunt* Eight hours in the salon for that?
Posh: Let's go 'ome and have it off.
Becks: Another magazine shoot?
Posh: Yes, dear.
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