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Her: Damn, Tyrone! What's that you wreak of? O' de negroid? Him: Me, sir, no Tyrone! Me, sir, Jar Jar Binks!
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Her: No, seriously, what is it with you niggers. You always smell like half rotting camel vagina, half aqua velva. Him: Me, sir, big bombast stink!
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| But I worry, my love. There are so many that will look upon what we share with nothing but reprehension and disgust. | |
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| It is okay, my cherished. Our one love is stronger than all the world's hate. | |
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Right here there is an extended silence as they both keep their GODDAMNED LYING MOUTHS SHUT!
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| You know that guy captioning our show? I caught him in your dressing room earlier pounding it to Cheers and Jeers. | |
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