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| That'll be three- fifty, sir...and, uh, please...please don't turn into a brutally manraping matador. | |
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| Here's four, keep the change...and same here about...uhh, the brutally manraping matador thing. | |
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| Nobody trusts each other anymore. Oh, what a crazy world you're growing up in--ehh, Pumpkin? | |
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| Si, papa! El mundo es muy loco--I mean, jess! World is crazy, ja-ja! | |
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| I...I only imagined getting brutally manraped just now...didn't I, Edna? | |
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| Si, si! Joo imagines it! Now benns over and I rubs in da nice, ehh, crims! | |
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