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Skyline
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Sitting in a bar
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fill 'er up
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The Americans are fools. I offered my services, they refused. So did the East. Now they can both pay for their mistake.
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World domination. The same old dream. Our asylums are full of people who think they're Naploeon. Or God.
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I would, you know. Only I would be court-martialed for tampering with government property.
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You Limeys can be pretty touchy about trespassing.
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If you carry a 00-number it means you have license to kill, not get killed!
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That's a Smith & Wesson, and you've had your six.
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I was lying in bed last night and I couldn't sleep, and I came up with an idea. So I went right home and wrote it down.
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Can you imagine the insurance claim? Cause of death: a busted goober.
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This is a free country, you can be a communist if you want to be a communist!
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I can't stand the constant nagging. I'm leaving you, Jerry. I'm leaving you - and I'm taking the monkey with me.
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Taste my steel you dog!
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Go get 'em, tiger.
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I can't still be working here when I go to court. "Oh yes your honor! I have a job! I'm working at the Eager Beaver!"
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That's just what this country needs: a cock in a frock on a rock.
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If it weren't for the rotten things that happen in this world we couldn't put on the news show. We should be grateful to all the people who do those rotten things.
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Oh like all my dreams end, with Marlon Thomas and Winston Churchill applauding me.
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Well, Christy, that's the nearest he'll ever come to saying I love you.
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All is nothing, therefore nothing must end.
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Now, the next time I'm talking to someone and you think of a comment you just have to add to the conversation, I want you to take that sock, and stuff it down your throat.
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I don't know why I should even bother to eat this. I should just apply it directly to my hips.
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Does this game go on forever or does it have an end?
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I will not die a monster.
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Ted, you just proposed through a mouthful of creamed onions!
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He might have been a preacher but he seen things clear. He was like a lantern. He helped me to see things clear.
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I smell spare ribs. Somebody's been eatin' spare ribs. How come I ain't got none?
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It's my dirt! Eh-heh! No good, but it's - it's mine, all mine.
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...and it rides up in the crotch a little bit, too.
