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| This poop situation is nothing to get uptight about, Baby Fraiser. Getting too deep undercover is all part of the job. I pretended to be a cowboy on my daddy's ranch, now look at me! | |
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| And after pretending not to be an AWOL reservist when I landed on that aircraft carrier, I slept in my fight suit for three months! Ask Laura! | |
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| So that explains all that coke and alcohol in the early '70s. You were undercover. | |
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| Yeah... undercover... well, I'm off to piss off some foreign countries. | |
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