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| Oh, ah lahks de flyin' babies, Miz Doris! Lawdy muhcy, ah sho' does lahks dem flyin' babies! | |
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| Ha, ha, that's nice, DeWilbur. Well, run along now, and tell Mrs. Mumphrey I said hello. | |
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| Ha, ha...oh, that DeWilbur. He sure does go on and on about how much he likes the flying babies. | |
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| Heh-heh, well -- wait a minute. "Flying babies"? Go lie down, Doris. I'm going to have a little talk with Eddie. | |
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| Eddie, did you put LSD in your mother's iced tea again? | |
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| No, Dad. Believe it or not, the flying babies aren't ALWAYS my fault. | |
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