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| All right son. You've become old enough to find out. I'm...a professional assassin. And I'm here to assassinate the President of the United States. | |
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| Hmm..well that explains why you brought us all the way to Washington D.C. on a whim. Also explains why you have several dead bodies in the basement. Manicans from the department store my ass! | |
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| Watch your language, son. And have the trunk open for when I return with Bush's body. | |
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| My dad's a psycho, wonder what else is new... | |
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| Man, you really screwed things up in here, George. Isn't there a maid or something? | |
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| Maid? Heck naw, I like it like this! | |
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