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| Shall we start a famous rock band, Keith? | |
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| As soon as I'm finished shooting up. (I hope Brian doesn't die) | |
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| I'll beat you hippies with my pool cue! | |
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| PEACE OUT, PEOPLE! (What a nightmare. I can't wait until the 80s.) | |
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| Keith, I'm all out of song ideas. | |
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| Me too. Let's make another album. | |
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