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I *TOLD* you: relax. And LUBE. Lots and lots of LUBE. |
"Tag! You're IT, steam iron! Ha ha!" |
"Bill, your wife's on line 2. She wants to know what you did with that chiffon dress." |
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Meanwhile, at the Heywood Jablowme Memorial Telemarketing Center... |
"Mr Ricardo." "Mr Hitchcock. Have you met my wife Lucy?" (Shanky!) |
"And now, for a change of pace, I would like to SING this month's fiscal report..." |
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"Don't bother with the glass, barkeep. I'll just crawl over and drink it right from the tap." |
Well, next time don't stick Mr Happy on the table saw, dumbass. |
"Mind if I poke your man-boobs through your suit jacket?" |
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"I'm gonna poke you REAL HARD!" |
"And here, just below the 5th lumbar, is the flavor." |
"See? You ARE spineless!" |
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