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| So you see, dear... I'm not your biological mother. The truth is, you were really born out of...out of...Hitler's ass. | |
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| Oh my god, you're not really my mother? I--I--wait a minute. HITLER'S ASS?!? | |
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| But Edna, you're not old enough to have been born out of Hitler's ass. Didn't he die in, like, 1945? | |
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| Oh, there's all that business about him escaping to Argentina and whatnot. And then weird genetic experiments, blah blah blah. | |
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| Mrs. Flonase? We're doing a documentary for A&E and we'd like to interview you as one of the last surviving "Hitler's ass babies." | |
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| You know what? I'll do it--if it ends with you sucking off a rhinoceros. | |
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