We_should_have_shotguns
_for_this_kind_of_deal._ |
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-_Surely_you_can't_be_serious.
-_I_am
_serious..._and_don't_call_me_Shirley._ |
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Greed,_for_lack_of_a_better
_word,_is_good. |
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May_the_Force
_be_with_you. |
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-_Anything_to_declare?
-_Yeah.
_Don't_go_to_England. |
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We_can't_stop_here._This
_is_bat_country._ |
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Yippee-ki-yay,
_motherfucker._ |
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I_can't_even_make_fun_of_Richard_Nixon,_and_there's
_a_man_who's_screaming_out_to_be_made_fun_of._ |
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Keep_your_friends_close,
_but_your_enemies_closer. |
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Finally,_we_come_to_my_number_two
_man._His_name?_Number_Two._ |
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This_is_not_‘Nam,_this_is
_bowling._There_are_rules. |
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Louis,_I_think_this_is_the_beginning
_of_a_beautiful_friendship._ |
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Last_night,_Darth_Vader_came_down_from_planet_Vulcan_and_told_me
_that_if_I_didn't_take_Lorraine_out_that_he'd_melt_my_brain. |
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