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| No, really, I mean it now. Don'tch y'ever wish it? | |
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| Well, what good does wishin' do, Betty? Our boobs are already down to our knees an' it's not like you can actually see me standin' here! | |
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| It's been a long time since there was a point in a girdle and half the time we're sharin' the same teeth! We hain't young, an' we hain't never gonna be ag'in! | |
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| But... what if we COULD be? | |
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| Betty... some days... I swear... you're tryin' ta git me ta kill ya. | |
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