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Mr. Wonderful
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| Okay boys, get your lazy good-for-nothing asses out on that field and practice. At this rate, we'll never stand a chance against those Yankees. | |
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| Whatta ya expect, Boilermaker? All we got on this cruddy team is a buncha jews, spics, niggers, pansies -- and a booger-eatin' moron. | |
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| C'mon, Amanda... the team needs you. I need you. Let's see that fastball I taught you! | |
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| NO! I can't be playin' no dumb baseball! I'm almost thirteen, and I -- I'll be getting a BRA soon. | |
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| HEY, YANKEES! You can take your apology -- AND your trophy -- and SHOVE 'EM STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASS! | |
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| And another thing -- just wait'll NEXT year! | |
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| 'Ey Paul...who's that little old man, then? | |
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| Wot little old man? Oh, that's me grandfather. He's very clean. | |
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| SHE LOVES YOU, YEAH-YEAH-YEAH! | |
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| IT'S BEEN A HAARD DAAY'S NIGHT! | |
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| My name's Shane. I'm a mysterious gunfighter who wants to settle down and go straight. My, your wife sure looks nice. I mean, those biscuits. | |
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| I'm Joe Starrett, a farmer who's getting forced off my land by a mean old cattle rancher. 'Course, I wouldn't ask you to kill him and all of his men for me. Nope. | |
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| So, you're Wilson. I heard about you. Yep -- I heard you were a low-down... Yankee...liar. | |
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| Well, Riker and Wilson and all the bad guys are dead, and it's time for me to go away. Bye, Little Joe. | |
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| BUT SHAAANE! PA'S GOT THINGS FOR YOU TO DO! AND MOTHER WANTS YOU WANTS YOU WANTS YOU! I KNOW SHE DOES SHE DOES SHE DOES! | |
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--- Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
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