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| It's time you started looking for a space job, son. Either that, or help out on the space farm with yer maw and me. | |
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| Right after the space football game... oh yeah, and then there's that I Love Space Lucy marathon... and then... | |
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| What's wrong with working at space Woolworth's? I don't want to have a space husband. I'm a space career woman! | |
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| Now, dear. I didn't slave away on this space farm with your father and lose my fingers in a space thresher accident so you could spend your life working. | |
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| What are we going to do with these space kids of ours? I don't think they'll ever learn. | |
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| I don't know, dear. But I do know what will cheer you up... Moon pies! | |
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