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?: Put that mike down, Frank, it's obscene |
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?: [...] |
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George: Give me my little cup of brown sauce, let me dip my meat in |
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?: Oh, man |
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Jeff: Hundred dollars for Pinto beans, playground psychotics |
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?: I slipped my burning phallus in her quivering quim! |
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?: You like to offend these passengers, Underwood? Keep quiet! |
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?: Underwood, the only thing that offends are your green socks! Green velour! |
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?: Hot wets |
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?: Could you, could you repeat that? |
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?: . . . of your mind |
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?: Now, just take your hand off my leg |
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?: Take your hand off my leg |
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?: Listen, what is this? Okay, grab my tit, I'll sit still, you pervert. Howard, you're so low |
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?: The Andy Devine school of voice, you are low, Dunbar |
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?: I just keep . . . |
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Aynsley: I always keep it low ya, 'cause I'm only after one thing |
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?: God, you are an incredible man |
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?: Who? |
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?: Haven't any of the chics you've gone out with seen through you yet? |
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Aynsley: No, man, they're still quite like me |