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| Dubya again. Just thought I'd pop into the church for a minute. You know... say my prayers and all that stuff. | |
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| I'm sorry, Mr. President, but I can not serve your religious needs. Afterall, you are a war-mongering merchant of gloom. | |
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| Well, who the hell made you a judge of my character? | |
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| Perhaps You should speak with my supervisor?! | |
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| George. We need to have a serious talk. | |
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