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| Spirit! Hear me! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse. | |
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| Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life? | |
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| Well, you know... There was this sweet canary yellow Porsche Boxter I've had my eye on... | |
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| Tell you what? You rub out Cratchit and his gimp kid instead of me, and you'll be sitting in rich Corinthian leather faster than you can say 'tiptronic shifting'. | |
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| You're on, Scroogie. And make sure I get a CD changer. | |
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