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| If ah could talk to de animals, walk wiff de...oh, howdy, Mistuh Ed! Ah sho hopes you lahks yo' bran' new baby what done come outta mah "man-eggs"! | |
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| Yes, yes, DeWilbur, I -- huh? | |
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| Oh, Ed, WAAAAH-HAAAAH-HAAAAAA!!! I just wanted a little baby so bad -- I didn't think you'd mind! You always liked DeWilbur! | |
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| Well, I guess it's okay...but good god, Doris, you could've warned me or something. I almost had a fucking heart attack when I saw the little bastard. | |
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| Well, this was the worst fucking "Father-Son Picnic" ever. | |
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| No shit, Dad. Your co-workers sure are a bunch of goofy bastards. | |
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