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| Yes, of course...I. P. Meatballs. | |
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| Sir, the Utah State Department of Motor Vehicles is NOT interested in the fact that you pee meatballs. | |
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| WHA--WHO IN GOD'S NAME TOLD YOU? HOW COME EVERYONE KNOWS MY SHAMEFUL SECRET? | |
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| I PEE MEATBALLS!!! EVERYONE MIGHT AS WELL KNOW IT!!! I PEE MEATBALLS!!! I PEE MEATBALLS!!! | |
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| Hey, I crap linguini! Let's do lunch! | |
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