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| What'd you do it fer, Belle? | |
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| That sidewindin' polecat Pete tried to stiff me after I done give 'im the Giddy-Up Special. So I went surrealistic on his ass. | |
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| Well, another case solved, Inspector Tex. And a humdinger at that. | |
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| Yep. I reckon I'll never be able to look at a cow the same way agin. | |
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| I shore am gonna miss ya, Belle. Nobody could herd a head of beef up the old lonesome trail like you. | |
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| Heh...'member the time I made ya laugh, and milk shot out'n yore nose? | |
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