1. I just made a killing
in the shock market.
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2. Time!
Reset the test course.
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3. Deputy Director Bullock,
I had no idea you were watching.
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4. Glad I could be so impressive.
I'll take my victory muffin now.
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5. Make it... bran.
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6. I'm afraid your usual muffin's
been earmarked for someone else.
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7. Hi. Agent Duper.
Big fan.
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not only bested your time,
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a far better catchphrase.
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10. - What? Better
than "shock market"?
- Duper?
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'sploding to do.
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accents now?
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God told Abraham
not to sacrifice his son.
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a test of his faith.
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15. My uncle's doing 25-to-life
for sacrificing his son.
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17. He sure didn't find him
in my cousin's stomach.
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18. - Hayley!
- Mom!
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Please, dim your headlights.
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20. Bible class, huh?
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21. Hey, tell them the story
of how God was denied
his fruity cereal.
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22. No, wait.
That was the Trix rabbit.
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23. I get them confused,
because they're both fake.
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24. - When did you become so jaded?
- She's a harlot!
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25. - They should be stoned!
- Way ahead of you, kid.
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26. I'm telling you.
That Agent Duper
is out for my job.
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27. I always get the muffin.
Always! Damn it!
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28. Did you use
my "shock market" line?
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29. Yeah, and it died.
Thanks a lot, Larry David.
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30. Beep, beep.
Done with your
foot cream, Stan.
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31. I got most of it
back in the tube.
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Can't you get your own?
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let me leave the house.
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a Circle K in the dining room,
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ointment buddies.
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36. Oh, and F.Y.I., your roll-on
really worked wonders
on my 'rhoids.
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37. Great. Francine, this Duper
situation is out of control.
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38. Hey, why don't you invite
your boss over for dinner
tomorrow night?
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39. You know, for some good,
old-fashioned boot licking.
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40. Dinner, huh?
Great idea.
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41. Ah, cheap Chinese toothbrush!
They can make a chicken
taste like an orange,
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42. but when it comes
to oral hygiene,
they really phone it in.
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43. - You bitch.
- Bitch.
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44. - Bitch!
- Bitch!
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45. God, they sure knew
how to write female
characters back then.
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46. Look alive, people!
Roger, what the hell?
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I'm finished.
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48. - That's him.
- Up in your attic! Move!
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49. - Ah, now you're doing this?
- Yeah, I haven't
been feeling so great.
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it'll chip right off.
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51. - Go!
- Can I just top off
my Chardonnay?
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52. - I'll bring it up later.
- Something bright
and summery on the palate,
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finish—
All right, I'm going!
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54. Deputy Director Bullock,
welcome, welcome!
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55. We're so glad you could make it.
Where's your wife this evening?
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56. Handcuffed to a radiator
in Fallujah.
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57. She wanted to come,
but I do not negotiate
with terrorists.
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58. Hey, do I smell meat loaf?
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say grace?
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60. - I'll pass.
- Come on.
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when Jeff comes over.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!"
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photos doing laminated
in our place mats?
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64. Is this Agent Duper?
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65. Yes, and he's eating
a falafel, recreationally.
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66. - Terrorist.
- Smith!
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67. It appears you've
gone to great lengths
to discredit a fellow agent.
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68. I like your style.
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70. - Slut!
- Slut!
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71. - Slut!
- Slut!
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72. God, who do you have to probe
around here to get a Chardonnay?
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73. Um, uh—
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75. - That's all 50.
- Idaho.
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76. Well done, Smith!
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77. Pardon me. I think I hear
my wife's pie burning.
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Have you lost your mind?
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thanks to you.
- Smith?
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the Chardonnay talking,
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is the perfect place
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84. - Into the tub!
- Without my flip-flops?
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control yourself!
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Oh, in my eye!
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87. Smith, are you
under attack in there?
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88. - No, everything's fine.
- Stand back!
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91. Thanks a lot, Roger.
How do you expect me
to compete with Duper
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my boss saw in there?
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I don't feel well.
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You've been nothing
but a burden.
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Don't stress him out.
It messes with his stomachs.
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he heard it!
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our necks here.
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to us if the government found
out we were hiding an alien?
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he just lays around the house,
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and pumping out pudding.
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Just shut up!
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a hell of a lot easier
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Well, I-I-I-I—
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107. Oh, bravo, bravo.
Quite a performance.
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108. Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Ethan Hawke.
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109. - He doesn't look right, Dad.
- Up and at 'em, Ethan.
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110. Time to make another awful
Richard Linklater movie.
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111. Just ignore him.
He's being a drama queen.
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112. - All right, everyone up to bed.
- It's 7:45.
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114. Uh, "Good night, Klaus?"
Geez!
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115. Huh. What commitment!
Wakey, wakey, Mr. Hawke.
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got its financing.
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118. Well, then I guess he
wouldn't mind if I poke him
in the eye with a fork.
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119. Yeah, he's dead.
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he's gone.
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121. He's up in heaven now,
bumming smokes off Jesus.
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122. - Poor Roger.
- We should have a really
nice memorial service.
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123. Out of the question!
No, I'll have to dispose
of the body,
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trace it back to us.
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in a way that honors
his memory
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meant to us.
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127. Darling, it's me.
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small fries and a Mr. Pibb.
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The one right under that.
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Oh, no, it's already in there.
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kind of effeminate.
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134. Holy crap!
Can't a guy fall
into a stress-induced
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without being
chucked in the trash?
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136. - Okay, calm down. Calm down.
- Nothing to be scared of.
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I can use this to get home,
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waste in her pockets.
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having trouble dealing
with Roger's death,
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it might cheer you up
to help me burn
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that he ever existed.
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just hide that stuff?
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ever know Roger was here.
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any feelings?
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I have no father!
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my pension right now,
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That's a very steep penalty.
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telling me I'm stuck here
for two more years.
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156. Yeah, thanks
for nothing, Marty.
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Your mother died or something?
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158. No, it was
a very dear, dear—
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You'll have to forgive her.
She's very upset.
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for him on Sunday?
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he'll hear it in heaven.
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162. For a pet?
You're serious?
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there are no pets in heaven.
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your men, women, children
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sign language.
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your pets, your dinosaurs,
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and self-aware robots.
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169. No, of course you haven't.
All righty. Can I validate
your parking?
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170. Wait a minute.
Roger was good.
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How do I get home?
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a trail
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when you need one?
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179. - Hey, where you goin'?
- I'm not an alien.
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Mrs. Nesbaum.
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181. Huh?
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182. Look, there's been a mistake.
I need to get home.
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183. The home? No, we're goin'
to D.C. to see the sights.
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around the pill line.
The name's Gertie.
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Happens to me all the time.
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186. What do you know?
It's happenin' right now.
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187. Morning, Jackson. Wanna help me
analyze some Al-Qaeda chatter?
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Agent Duper on chatter.
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down to Al-Qaeda banter.
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190. So I'm trying
those whitening strips,
but they're not working.
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wearing them every day?
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192. - Well, every other day.
- Well, duh. That's why
they're not working.
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I have no father!
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with our dog.
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197. He expelled a large amount
of xenoplasm, and then he died.
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for not feeling anything?
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199. Well, that depends, Stan.
How close were you to this dog?
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201. The alien
has escaped to Level 4.
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202. Level 4!
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where the theremin music
is coming from.
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204. Don't hurt me.
I know it sounds cliché,
but I mean you no harm.
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Well, they said you'd be
bigger, and with claws.
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Look how fat you are.
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Let's dust it!
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209. Let's go, space chimp!
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How can I ever repay you?
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I lost you there.
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this is a safe place.
How do you feel?
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kind of... sad?
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- Because I... miss him?
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you're a lady!
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218. - I am not a lady!
- Wait, Stan.
You forgot your purse.
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my own head if I—
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220. Hey, I don't have a purse!
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221. Heaven, pearly gates, angels—
it's all a lie.
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be in a hole in the ground,
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their foul, putrid organs.
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God is real,
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et cetera, et cetera.
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in a god
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let Roger into heaven.
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a heartless bastard and all,
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new father figures.
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outwardly affectionate
Tom Hanks
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underrated Jeff Bridges?
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233. Why are you worried about Dad?
It's Mom that we've lost!
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available father figure
floating in front of you.
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236. - Really? You'd be my dad?
- It would be mein honor.
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Five bubbles.
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Six bubbles.
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240. Wow.
The Oval Office.
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241. Just think of the history
that's been made
behind that desk.
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243. - Here, have yourself a nip.
- Wow! Getting hammered
in the Oval Office.
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244. Hey, look! I'm Kitty Dukakis
in an alternate timeline.
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captured at 1400 hours today
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security camera.
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247. Sorry I'm late. I was getting
a piping hot cup of coffee.
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248. It's far too hot to drink,
but luckily my leathery
man mouth can take it.
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249. Sit down, Smith. Our analysts
have confirmed this creature
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250. is none other than the alien
that escaped from Area 51
four years ago.
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251. - My eyes!
- He's alive!
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252. Naturally, recapturing this
fugitive is our top priority.
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the bastards
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and punish them brutally!
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256. Weird stuff. Butt stuff.
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258. Smith. Talk.
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259. Stan, you lantern-jawed
Sasquatch!
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in the garbage today?
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for you. Where are you?
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just fine on my own.
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I got something to say—
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- You're a carpetbagger, Stan!
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What's that?
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I chucked you in the trash,
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and I'm willing to forgive me.
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268. But the important thing is
the C.I.A. is looking for you.
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270. I got some stories to tell them
about who's been hiding me.
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like prison, because that's
where you'll be rotting.
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273. Hey, I'm not
screwing around here. My butt
is literally on the line.
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274. Well, that must be one
massive line, because
your butt is huge!
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275. So, old buddy,
to protect our family,
we must kill a friend.
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I could never be mad at you.
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277. Huh? Coochie-coochie.
Ha, ha! Made you laugh!
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and kill Roger
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Crack a window!
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281. Boy, I really got up
in Stan's grille, huh?
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282. He was all, "Come back!"
And I was all,
"Fat-ass carpetbagger!"
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a Dixie toot about you.
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we're a family.
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Oh, my God!
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They must've gotten
my letters.
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Can we go? Can we?
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Let's get movin', sis.
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291. That's for freein' the slaves,
you Negro-lovin' Yankee devil!
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things turned ugly.
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Where could he be?
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your corner, bitch!
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is out of whack, slut!
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297. - Bitch!
- Slut!
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298. - Bitch!
- Slut!
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To the Smithsonian! Drive!
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Even better!
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my father taught me.
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washing Mom's underwear.
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305. Nonsense!
We're bonding. Now bury me
in an avalanche of panties.
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306. Ja. Ja. Her sweaty,
sweaty sports bra!
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the Bible again!
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There's an oil spill
in the garage.
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with Exodus.
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Got a sec?
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Twilight Zone phones
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but only with horrible,
ironic consequences?
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315. Oh, right. It's past noon.
You're already high.
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317. Oh, my God!
You're really alive?
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318. Yes, and I've somehow acquired
a nasty, old, racist sidekick.
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319. I'm at the Smithsonian.
You gotta come get me.
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320. There you are. You send
me to get you a churro,
and then you disappear.
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321. - Anyway, here's your
filthy wetback doughnut.
- Hurry.
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We need to take it alive,
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who've been hiding it.
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324. Not if I get to him first.
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325. Oh, my God!
Joan Collins's ball gown!
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Wow! John Forsythe's girdle!
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327. Oh, the stories it could tell.
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328. - Roger?
- Steve! Hayley!
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It's a miracle!
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a federally funded
Dynasty exhibit.
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332. Stan! Look,
about that phone call—
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- Stan, no!
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whitey!
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336. Damn it! He's getting away!
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337. Look, we're parachute ghosts!
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for a "fat-ass" comment?
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Now get out of the way,
or I'll shoot you all.
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341. Oh, God, it's my junior prom
all over again.
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342. Leave her alone, you
two-dollar, pai-gow whore!
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343. We know you're in there, alien!
Come out with your tentacles up!
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344. - Dad, you can't
just give him up!
- That's the C.I.A. out there.
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they have Roger in custody.
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- No, Roger!
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If they torture me, I'll crack.
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make it through the afternoon
without a freakin' mojito.
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my family's safety at risk.
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- Of course. Now, how
are we gonna do this?
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would be most dramatic.
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of tear-like substance
coming from my eyes.
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- I'm not a lady!
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doesn't make you a lady.
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358. - We've got to blow this door!
- Prepare the door blower!
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a better name for that.
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360. Well, it's clear
what I have to do.
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361. - Smith!
- I've got the alien, sir.
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you scalp-happy red man!
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363. Look how it mimics
our language.
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I'm going back to the office
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"tool" and "incompetent"
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366. Thanks. Perhaps
you could insert the words
"lady" and "not a."
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367. You know,
I think we can.
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368. It's good to have you
back, buddy.
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369. So, Roger,
what was heaven like?
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370. Heaven? Wh-What
the hell are you—
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371. Oh, yeah, heaven.
Oh, oh, it was great.
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372. Fluffy clouds, unicorns,
bubble-gum waterfalls,
all that crap.
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373. Roger's our little miracle.
Isn't he, Mom?
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374. He sure is. God certainly
works in mysterious ways.
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375. Oh, wait.
This is last month.
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376. Bye. Have a great time!
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