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| I want to be beautiful for the big dance tonight. Will you help me? | |
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| Look, here's the way it's gonna work: You promise me your soul and I'll get you anything you want. | |
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| What!? Why do I have to give you something? Isn't it enough just to see me happy? | |
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| I'm a busy man. Do we have a deal or not? | |
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| Hmm.. Anything, huh? I've always dreamed of being the Apocalyptic Martha Stewart - teaching mutants how to turn their radioactive squash into a lovely centerpiece. If you can do that, we have a deal. | |
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| GAAHH!! You vile women of detestable suggestions. I will have no part of you. | |
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