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Some things can be bought, respect being one of them. Neither is experience, those are earned.
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I had my doctor, like, write me this prescription for glaucoma. I don't even know what glaucoma is, dude.
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And they have women's swimsuits half-off. Ooh, women's swimsuits half-off? Yes! It's a sale. Oh.
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Don't forget Mother's Day, or as they call it in Beverly Hills, Dad's Third Wife Day!
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I thought that was absolutely horrendous.
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Hey, you got a f***ing problem with Smokey, you come to me.
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Well, it's just every time we do this, you make a huge production out of getting to the chopper. I must have heard you say it like 20 times, just wondering why. We've got to get to the chopper because that's where the radio is.
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Hey Red, Sonic, whip me up another peanut butter and nanner sandwich, then pull one of the Cadillacs around. You got it, E. Thank you. Thank you very much.
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I prefer the dark side. The light side, I prefer. I prefer Pepsi. Coca-Cola, I drink.
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The Music Geeks, Monday, Monday, Monday! Continuing, it's Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday! Oh no!
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What gives? I tell you, what gives? It ain't like that at all, Tony. Then what's the story, Morning Glory? And don't play me for a sapkitten, you better sing an alibi and fast.
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In a little corner of Normandy, where camembert cheese has a special flavor, and the cows moo with a French accent.
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Roses are red, violets are blue, online banking is free, and BillPay, too!
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Look at those 23 degree bars rippling down his tread, and check out the size of those buttresses!
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The streets, they got eyes and ears, so watch what you say and who you say it to.
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She's giving every brand a shot, including Ann Cole, Miracle Suit, and Rampage.
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Huh, I just carry a flamethrower in the trunk. If I get stuck, I raise the temperature a few hundred degrees. Goodbye, snow!
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I think Santatron loves you. What are you doing with the rest of your life?
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Sure you do, Hawaiian, and you're number two for takeoff right behind the Jumbo Jet to Jupiter.
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Worry not, young crop! We have the nutrients you need to bulk up by harvest. Custom application is available!
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Hi, Sam Templeton with this week's edition of Roadkill Journal. Today I'm tracking blotches from Gillette to the Montana border.
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Well, you know my story, Laserdisc, Florida land, those barley silos over in Valdez, ouch.
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After your FAFSA form is completed, an SAR is sent from the federal government.
