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| Oota goota, Solo? (Going somewhere, Solo?) | |
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| Not until I finish my beer. Why do you ask? | |
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| Sambitalat, tooka. (I hate you.) | |
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| Is there a point to this conversation? | |
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| Onasoni, tochka malosi tankona, nackoska! (Mabus the Hutt wants you dead.) | |
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| I'm going to secretly pull out my gun and shoot you now, Josh. No hard feelings, eh? | |
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