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| You're very exotic. Was your father a G.I.? | |
| You should never end a sentence with a preposition at. | |
| I don't understand the question and I will not respond to it. | |
| How am I supposed to grow if you won't let me blow? | |
| Just when you thought you couldn't hear a phrase gayer than 'Mr. Broadway has to go tinkle...' | |
| God it's a beautiful morning. I just feel like singing! | |
| Here. Get yourself a bikini wax. I like a clean workspace. | |
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| Mr. Belvedere is a humble servant. You're a horse's ass. | |
| Look there's a ladybud. Hello Lady Ladybug. | |
| Imagine a rain so perfect it must never have existed. | |
| I think my cat's reading my diary. | |
| How about that. Third demensional television. | |
| They let Sarah Jessica Parker on TV and she looks like a foot. | |
| Do you think Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben are married? | |
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