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| Dammit, Bernard, I'm sick and tired of getting the silent treatment from you! I want out! | |
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| I am an inanimate object. | |
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| I'm worth more than that, Bernard! I'm leaving you! I've packed my things and I'm going forever! I mean it! Goodbye! | |
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| I am a sock puppet. I am made of felt and yarn. I am a child's plaything. My entire body cavity is hollow to make room for a person's hand. I am mass-produced in Indonesia. | |
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| Damn, you Bernard! I my hate myself for it later, but I can't leave you. I love you. Can you ever forgive me? | |
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| I knew you'd be back, bitch. | |
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