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| So, Dad, what do you think of Jon? | |
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| I let him live. I've also decided he can date you as long as he doesn't come within 27 feet of you and you pretend not to know each other. | |
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| Don't get too excited yet, schmuck-o. You still have to meet Mom. She'll rip out your intestines and hang you with them. | |
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| That's the same metaphor your father used to describe her. | |
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| Metaphor? What do you mean? Anyway, her cage is this way. Come on! | |
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