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Mr. Wonderful
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| Uh...no, Cindy. I remember when Mom had you. She was in labor for two weeks. | |
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| Heck, I don't know. Have you seen Tiger? I can't find him anywhere. | |
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| Yeah. Sam the butcher knocked Alice up one year at the Meat Cutters' Ball, and Mom and Dad took you off her hands for ten years of free maid service. | |
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| Hey, Greg...guess what? I joined Junior Law Enforcers at school today! | |
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| Great. My own brother...a friggin' narc. | |
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| Now, Greg...this is fine news for Bobby. Why, he may even grow up to be a policeman someday. | |
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| Oh, goody. Maybe he'll arrest you for being such a fucking dork, Dad. | |
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| Bobby...give me back that acid you found in my underwear drawer this morning. | |
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| Acid? I thought it was chewable vitamins and took 'em -- OH MY GOD! SHITFUCKPISS -- THE COLORS ARE HURTING MY SKIN! | |
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| Darn it, Marcia! Why do the boys always like you better? | |
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| Gee, I don't know, Jan...have you tried wearing more makeup? | |
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| It's not fair, Mom! Marcia always gets more attention than me! | |
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| Did you say something, Jan? I'm sorry...I was just thinking about how adorable Marcia is! | |
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| Alice, maybe you'll understand. How do I get the boys to notice me? | |
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| Well, dear...you'll just have to suck and fuck their brains out before they get a good look at you. And make sure the lights are off, too. | |
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| Hi, Mr. Spankler. Do you need your lawn mowed or anything today? | |
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| Why, Peter Brady! I haven't seen you in a gerbil's age. Come on in, dear boy! | |
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| So, like, what are those long, shiny things over there? They look like big bottle rockets but there aren't any fuses on 'em. | |
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| Oh, the fuse is LIT, my dear Peter! And if you'll join me in my rumpus room, I'll show you how to see ALL the lovely fireworks! | |
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| Whew...gee, Mr. Spankler, that was super-intense. I didn't know you were an amateur chiropractor. | |
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| Heh-heh, yes, well, don't tell Mom and Dad. They may not approve of my little "vocation." | |
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| DAMN, Marcia. You lookin' fine-ass FINE tuh-DAY. UH uh-UH. | |
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| *Gasp* SHUT UP, Greg! How CREEPY! | |
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| MOM! Greg's acting positively GOOFY today! Like...like he wants to DATE me or something! | |
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| Oh, Marcia! I'm sure he's just pulling your leg. I'll have a talk with him. | |
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| Greg, could I have a word with you, please? | |
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| DAMN, Mom. You lookin' fine-ass FINE tuh-DAY. UH uh-UH. | |
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--- Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
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