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| You're welcome to count it. It's ALL YOURS, Billy... a BILLION DOLLARS... just for not killing me. | |
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| A... Billy... dollars... for count me... not kill welcome... *frrrt* | |
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| BILLY! What are YOU doing here? I just left you at the BANK! | |
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| That wasn't me, Father. It must've been my dumb old clone. | |
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| "This just in -- billionaire clone wins national lottery. Jackpot -- another billion dollars." | |
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| DARN IT! I HATE that stupid clone -- and I HATE FATHER O'MALLARD! | |
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