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| Please, call me Snatch. Umm, James, there's a bald man in a tent on your grass. What's he doing? Why is he winking and waving a video cassette? | |
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| Yes, that's Blofeldt. I can't get rid of him. He was probably filming us having sex on the dining room table with his camcorder. | |
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| And you let him! Oh, James, you sick filthy man. I never want to see you again! | |
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| Yes Bond, I have prevailed. Can I borrow your video player? | |
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