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| I tell ya, Satan. It's getting harder and harder to waltz with sin in a world where people revere nothing at all. | |
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| Sometimes you depress the hell out of me, Stan. | |
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| Aww...you know that deep down I'm still the same ol' hombre I've always been: a fun-lovin', bronco-bustin', skirt-chasin' cowpoke! | |
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| I've always thought of you as more of an arrogant, delusional weirdo, but hey - half a dozen of one, six of the other. | |
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| You're really not going to enjoy Hell, Stan. | |
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