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"...hired goons?"
"The sun is shining, birds are chirping, bees are trying to have sex with them--as is MY understanding..."
"Go back to Russia!"
"I should fight back but I'm paralyzed with rage...and island rhythms."
"That's too clever--YOU'RE ONE OF THEM!"
"Lisa, I would like to purchase your rock."
"Oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called 'city fathers' who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about 'What's to be donnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee with this Homer Simpson?!'"
"Quit yer daydreaming, melonhead!"
"You choo-choo-choose me?"
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