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Mr. Wonderful
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| Why, hello, Mr. Sanderson! We've never met out here in the "real" world before. Funny, isn't it--how, at work you're my "boss", but now, we're just total equals. Ha, ha. | |
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| Hey Jim, remember when we really looked alike? Why, even Mom and Dad couldn't tell us apart back then. | |
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| Want what, Jim? Fries? A drink? To have you either committed or euthanized? | |
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| F-FRIES...W-WITH... TH-THTH...AAAT... | |
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| Fries with what, Jim? I haven't ordered anything yet, dumbass. | |
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| I feel guilty about being mean to Jim...but after getting fired, it's the only way I know to bolster my low self-esteem. | |
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| I'm Jim's boss. You wanted to speak with me? | |
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| Yes, I think that you should fire that brain-damaged retard! I could barely understand his slurred speech! And, uh, I don't think he should be handling food! | |
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| (sigh) You're the third complaint this week. I guess I'll have to let the poor bastard go. | |
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| JIM...NOT UNDERSTAND. JIM...TRY HARD. JIM...TRY REAL HARD. (drool) | |
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| Lord, please don't send me to Hell for this! I'm good most of the time! | |
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| Hi. I just came in for my final check, and, uh, to implore Mr. Sanderson to-- | |
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| Mr. Sanderson is out now. His new assistant will give you your check. | |
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| JIM...TRY HARD. JIM...TRY REAL HARD. (drool) | |
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| Lord, please let his old job at Booger Burger still be open! | |
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--- Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
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