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"Alright, you muffinheads! Which one of you want's a knuckle sandwich? Come on, who wants a mouth full of bloody Chicklets! Pussies!" | The horror of Biore abuse.... |
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"Lucy! I don' thin' this is fonny anymore!" | Go Pikey! Go Pikey! Get busy! Get busy! |
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"You don't understand! I NEED my Metamucil!" | "Atomic Bingo Number Selector, READY!" |
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"Who says I'm moody? Come on, WHO!!??" | "I must not fear! Fear is the mind killer! Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration!..." "The dentist will be in very shortly to see you, Mr. Spock..." |
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"It might help my analysis, Captain, if I knew what 'Genesis' was... beyond the ponderous progressive rock band reference." | "Bless you, my tool chest." |
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