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		|  |  |  |  |  | I'm sorry, Stanley, but I won't marry you.  There's simply no way I'm going to spend the rest of my life as "Vicki Scroatmuncher." |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
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		|  |  |  |  |  | But, Vicki...is it really that much worse than "Munson"? |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
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		|  |  |  |  |  | How'd you do it, Dad?  How'd you find a girl who--wait a minute!  Mom's maiden name was "Goatblower"! |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
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		|  |  |  |  |  | I, Stanley Scroatmuncher... take this woman, Bonita Corpsefucker... |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
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