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| Morpheus, how dare you ask one ship to not return to Zion! We might be grossly outnumbered by the machines, but at least our ships can all go to Hell while I sit my fat ass here cussing! | |
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| Have you met Dubya during the Iraqi War, Commander Lock? 'Cos I'm getting déjà vu here. | |
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| Obviously I fucking hate you and want you shoved in an iguana cage and raped by rabid llamas 'cos you're my girlfriend's ex, but I'm going to tell the Council it's because I'm a total fucktard. | |
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| Too bad the Council shows me favouritism, ha! Unlike running for governor in California, where you can win by being famous for womanizing. | |
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| You could call yourself Ah-nold Schwarzenegger, and they might think you're sophisticated. | |
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