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| Who the HELL are you and what are you doing in MY bedroom with MY wife? | |
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| Surprise, Cowboy Ray! My name is Liberty; I'm an interior designer. Bonnie Sue and I have redone your bedroom--While You Were Out On The Range! | |
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| Well...it sucks. I hate purple. And what's up with this shag-ass rug? I'm gonna count to three. Then I'm gonna fill you and your room full of hot lead. | |
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| Yipes! I think he means that in a bad way. *escape* | |
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| Gee, Dad, you know I "love" your crazy stories, but is there a point to this one? | |
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| Of course. You see, the designer jumped out the window. Cowboy Ray missed him, but shot up the curtains. And that's the story of "The Man Who Shot Liberty's Valance!" | |
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