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| That is so fetch! | |
| You're cruisin' for a bruisin'. | |
| Perhaps you should get a wardrobe, you abominable twat. | |
| Your mother's so old that her breast milk is powdered. | |
| The first rule of eye makeup is that you can never wear enough blue eye shadow. | |
| They didn't even need any money, they had magic cards. | |
| You can tell she's a good dancer by the way she drinks her soda pop. | |
| They want our 'Ghost' movie? Haven't they heard of Blockbuster? | |
| Mom's right. He is a weiner. | |
| Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get. | |
| Pardon my French, but Cameron is so tight that if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass, in two weeks you'd have a diamond. | |
| I don't shut up. I grow up. And when I look at you, I throw up. | |
| Are you kidding? I don't want to get pregnant! | |
| Shampoo is better, I go on first and clean the hair. Conditioner is better, I leave the hair silky and smooth. | |
| She could be a farmer in those clothes. | |
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| This sounds like the soundtrack to something you'd slit your wrists to. | |
| Everything in this room is eatable, even I'm eatable! But that is called 'cannibalism,' my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies. | |
| Is it anorexia or bulimia? If it's bulimia, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't eat someone's birthday cake on their birthday. It's such a waste. | |
| Libby! Stop putting Angus in the fridge. | |
| Droughts are for poor people, you think J-Lo has a brown lawn? | |
| Oh those aren't people honey, those are models. | |
| You know what's better than getting mad? Getting even. | |
| 'Panthers out'? What are they, a knife gang? | |
| What is it, a**hole day? | |
| I was only seeing him because he's football captain. Without me he's just another dumb jock with his brains in his shorts, which is convenient because there's not much else going. | |
| Eww! You and me? You wish, Chewbacca...Sir. | |
| Girls with arses like mine do not talk to boys with faces like yours. | |
| Do you guys know where the crapper is? I have to drop some timber. | |
| Trust me, you can't recover from social suicide. | |
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