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| Fuck, Jim. I thought you were going to stop smoking. | |
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| No, fuck you, Bob. You think you're all high and mighty--I know you're keeping a bag of crack cocaine under that queer little hat. | |
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| Sometimes you can be a real jackass, Jim. | |
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| One of these days, Bob, we're gonna be extinct. And you know why? Because blokes like you started plugging the asses of other guys. | |
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| Well you know what, Jim? When they look back at my remains thousands of years from now, they're going to say, "Wow, that dinosaur had a sense of STYLE." | |
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| Yeah, and an asshole you could run a mastodon through. | |
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