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| "I can arrange that. Jeez, boys. You're gettin' old on me." | |
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| "We need money, a gun, and a plan." | |
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| "This is what we get. An old church.. 'couple o' spiderwebs, and a few rings o' baloney. Better than them fuzz and jail, I guess." | |
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| "Well, this is one run-down place, Pony. I think we'll need to both a haircut to disguise ourselves. | |
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| "D'ya like it, Pony? We can eat baloney, watch sunsets, and read." | |
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| "Gone with the Wind. I've always wanted it. Thanks, Johnnycake." | |
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