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Meanwhile, back in Hazzard county...
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| Mister, can you help me find my mommy? | |
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| Listen Kid; I'm frickin' busy here. You think I have time to run around looking fer your mommy? NO. I'm a fucking clown. I gotta be pulling baloon animals outta my ass in, like, 15 minutes. | |
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| CHRIST! That's the fifth cab that's driven by. What, do I look like a FREAK or something? Used to be a clown would get some respect in this town. Not anymore... No sir! | |
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| Wanna come back to my place? | |
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