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| Don't get up, girls -- I'll answer it. Oh -- it's YOU, Clucky. What brings you to this neck of Beverly Hills? | |
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| Farmer Brown kicked me off the farm. Oh, and... I'm a pariah in the entertainment industry, too. | |
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| Well, Clucky old pal -- you shouldn't have tried to steal my act. It's called "plagiarism", you know -- heh, heh. | |
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| WHY, YOU DIRTY -- I mean... I was wondering if I could stay here... I'll earn my keep, of course... whatever you want... | |
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| Hi, Clucky! I'm here to see Whiskers! Is he -- | |
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| Get lost, ya old fart. He's havin' his afternoon blow job. NEEEXXXT! | |
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