| George: Give me my little cup of brown sauce, let me dip my meat in
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| ?: Oh, man
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| Jeff: Hundred dollars for Pinto beans, playground psychotics
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| ?: I slipped my burning phallus in her quivering quim!
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| ?: You like to offend these passengers, Underwood? |
| Keep quiet!
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| ?: Underwood, the only thing that offends are your green socks! |
| Green velour!
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| ?: Hot wets
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| ?: Could you, could you repeat that?
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| ?:. |
| .. of your mind
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| ?: Now, just take your hand off my leg
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| ?: Take your hand off my leg
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| ?: Listen, what is this? |
| Okay, grab my tit, I’ll sit still, you pervert.
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| Howard, you’re so low
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| ?: The Andy Devine school of voice, you are low, Dunbar
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| ?: I just keep. |
| .
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| Aynsley: I always keep it low ya, 'cause I’m only after one thing
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| ?: God, you are an incredible man
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| ?: Who?
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| ?: Haven’t any of the chics you’ve gone out with seen through you yet?
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| Aynsley: No, man, they’re still quite like me |