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| Hey, don't start with the Grumpy Old Men shit. | |
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| "Oh hey, My name is Jack Lemmon and I sound like I'm from New York even though my character has lived in Minnesota his whole life!" | |
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| Man, fuck you. You don't give two shits about my plight and you obviously don't care about your fellow Minnesotans. I'm outta here. | |
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| Let me guess...you're going to go talk to Jerome, right? | |
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| That's right. The black man feels my pain. Later, bitch. | |
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah. The man with his foot on your throat and all that. | |
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