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| Thanks for beaming me down, Mr. Spock. Don't let the ship go to hell while I'm on shore leave. Kirk out. And who might you be? | |
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| That's the last time I fall for God's honeyed tongue. He is irredeemable! I need this vacation to forget him once and for all. | |
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| My dear, I am struck by your beauty. God must have broken the mold when he created you! Won't you walk with me while the sun sets? | |
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| DO NOT get me started on GOD. He is one sick puppy! The things he made me do in bed... I am THROUGH with him! Let's go for that walk, you fine looking man. | |
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| So what you're saying is that you're the one woman God can't have at the moment? Advantage, Kirk. | |
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