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| I tell ya, Rich, the world's just getting to me. I can't take it. | |
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| Suicide is the answer, my friend. | |
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| No, no, no. You don't understand, it's not that the world has a problem with ME, it's that I have a problem with the WORLD. | |
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| Well then, perhaps you could just drink your problems away, and float down a river of liquor and depression. | |
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| ...I do not believe your reasoning is very sound. | |
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| You'll be singin' a different song once you've tasted the sweet taste of alcohalism, my friend. Mmm... | |
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