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Oh, Ricky, I've got an idea! We'll go to Slocum Pontiac!
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I went over the plan one last time. Get in, load up, get out. FLAWLESS!
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Not so fast, boys. Mom? Okay, I admit it. I did it. I took your locker to Famous Footwear, stocked it at the Locker Stalker half-price sale, and here it is!
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Everything looks so different. Am I still dreaming?
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That's right, Ed. It's the Mystico Resort Atlantis on Paradise Island in Nassau, the Bahamas.
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What's all the racket? Hey, Princey, you need a new Mitsubishi.
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If you're looking for a rip-roaring good time with great music, a lot of laughs, and good, clean fun...
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Get salon soft manicured hands using Sweet Spa's Pure Sugar Cane Scrub with hydrating essential oil.
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It bumps, it grinds, but you wouldn't understand that, would you, Al? And L.O. Trin gets you feeling like yourself again. Especially after last night's party. L.O. Trin. Party on.
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No appointment necessary.
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Hey you! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!
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You wanted to see me, Mr. Gleiber?
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After brunch, I always take Fluffy for a walk. Fluffy?
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All right, there's got to be a can of palm oil in here somewhere. Yeah, I had it just a century ago. Whoa, haven't seen this sledgehammer since I remodeled my pyramid.
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Alright, bulkers. They're in there. All 30 of them. Arm to the teeth. You take the rear.
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And then you spend weeks racking your brains out trying to figure out SOME WAY to get them SOME THING that they'll like SOMEWHAT.
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All aboard for the Buddy Land Express Choo-Choo Train!
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Are those bullies bothering you again? I know it's hard to believe, but they're probably just as scared as you are.
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Why, that looks exactly like some kind of giant jasmine from space!
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You wanna go for double or nothing?
