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| Rocco!! Dude I got us tickets for Wynton Marsalis. His septet is gonna kick a Commie-sized ass! | |
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| Plus I got a hot tip that Mrs. Greecher is driving him to the show in her van. So we can ambush him and get back that Captain Caveman doll he stole. | |
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| Look! How many times do I have to tell you? He robbed me of my manhood, not a 1960's Hanna Barbara cartoon action figure. | |
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| I really don't think you're gonna be able to fit in my cab, Mr. of Nazareth. | |
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| Can't you just strap me to the roof? I ain't walkin' no twenty blocks! | |
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