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| It wasn't your husband. He was just an innocent sardine tycoon. It was you, baby. YOU were taking over Mickey Cohen's rackets. | |
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| But...nobody has to know, Tiger. It could just be you... and me...and butt plugs. Vibrating butt plugs. | |
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| Sounds sweet, doll. But I'm nobody's fall guy. Take her away, O'Malley. | |
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| Good work, Mac. But one thing's got me stumped. How'd you know it was the dame? | |
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How'd I know it was the dame? Easy. Because she smelled like sardines.
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| (sigh) See you in twenty, baby. | |
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