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| There's nothing quite like a dinner cruise! The merlot was a delectable accompaniment to that succulent filet mignon, don't you agree, Muffy, my sweet? | |
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| Um, that wasn't a merlot, dear - you just drank your own urine. And that wasn't filet mignon - it was Lord Buxton. And thanks for not saving me any, you fat bastard. | |
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| Oh yeah, that's right - we've been adrift in the ocean for 3 weeks and we've been reduced to eating our dead friends. Thanks for bringing me back to reality, bitch. | |
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| Don't mention it, Captain Impotent. By the way, I've been sleeping with Tyrell, the cabin boy. | |
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