1. MAN Now, Vijay Singh
with a testy 12-foot putt.
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2. Hey, putta-putta-putta-
putta-putta-putta, swing!
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3. - Shh!
- Hey, man... Ditto.
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4. Hey, Dad, guess who's the star
of the Nursing Home Follies?
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5. Quiet, Bobby. We're watching the Masters.
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6. That's a golf tournament.
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7. I know, the one with the fabulous
green jackets.
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8. MAN Boy, Ken,
you can cut the tension with a knife.
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9. Thank you, Garrity & Sons Nursing Home!
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10. Wonderful.
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11. I'm Jerry Popper.
I was on The Tonight Show once.
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12. - Can you spare a minute?
- Can I?
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13. Kid, I'll get right to the point.
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14. I hate living here,
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15. but watching you up on that stage
lighting the place up,
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16. for a moment, it made me forget
the nurse stole my watch.
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17. You got something, kid.
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18. Moxie? Chutzpah? Pizzazz?
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19. Aw, you're selling yourself short.
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20. This is Chip Block, All-American,
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21. and the original, not one
of those plastic Woolworth's copies
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22. that allowed me to retire in such comfort.
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23. Right, Chip?
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24. Hey, slugger.
Aw, that was my brother's name.
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25. They made him into a baseball bat.
He was from Louisville.
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26. Hey, that dummy's got good timing.
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27. Who are you calling "dummy," dummy?
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28. Settle down, Chip. Chip doesn't like
to be called "dummy."
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29. He prefers the term "carved figure."
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30. Crafted by Masterman's of Wisconsin,
Portuguese cork.
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31. Portuguese cork! That's funny.
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32. Yep, but real ventriloquism
is about more than telling jokes.
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33. It takes great acting, Bobby,
Oscar-caliber,
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34. to play two roles at once.
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35. Nobody could do it today,
except maybe Meryl Streep.
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36. Streep would be a great ventriloquist...
and so would you.
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37. I want you to have him.
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38. I'm going to win the talent show
this year, not that banjo-playing dork.
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39. Whoa, whoa, kid.
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40. You can't just put your hand
inside his body.
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41. You've got to get inside his head.
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42. Who is Chip Block? I'll tell you.
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43. He's the best athlete ever to attend
All-America High.
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44. Every boy wants to be his pal,
every girl wants to be his gal.
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45. But I'm sorry, ladies,
he's saving it for marriage.
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46. An athlete, huh?
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47. I may look big,
but very little of it is muscle.
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48. Chip and I...
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49. know you can do it, Bobby.
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50. Please, Bobby, the show must go on.
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51. You say that, too?
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52. All right, I'm in.
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53. Thanks, Mr. Popper.
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54. Promise me you'll take care of him.
None of that lemon-scented crap.
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55. - Linseed oil!
- BOBBY I promise.
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56. Not you, Chip. I was talking to B... Oh.
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57. Bravo, Bobby. Bravo.
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58. Hank, what is it about models
that rock stars find so attractive?
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59. Fluttering butterflies. Fluttering
butterflies. Fluttering butterflies.
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60. "Fluttering butterflies"?
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61. Not in this house.
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62. "The fluttering butterflies gracefully
filled the skies in Pacific Grove."
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63. "The fluttering butterflies..."
- Oh, God.
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64. Dad, this is Chip Block.
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65. We're practicing our labials.
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66. New rule. Lights out by 8:30.
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67. Another?
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68. Don't you think you've had enough?
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69. - Another.
- Yes, sir.
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70. My son is playing with dolls.
There, I said it.
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71. He's a sissy. There, I said that.
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72. Sammy Sosa. Sammy Sosa.
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73. Oh, that's a ventriloquist's dummy.
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74. The way people were talking, I thought
you were playing with a Barbie doll.
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75. Mom, meet Chip Block, All-American.
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76. Chip, this is my mom.
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77. I didn't know you had a sister.
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78. Oh, thank you.
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79. Pleased to meet you, Chip.
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80. Yeah, that's really all
the material we have.
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81. The problem is,
Chip likes the sports pages,
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82. but I'm more of an arts-and-leisure guy.
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83. I don't even know how to read a box score.
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84. Well, then, a league-leading
softball pitcher
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85. will be the one to teach you.
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86. Let me just get a sports page.
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87. Okay, now, "E.R.A.,"
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88. as you see here,
is my "Earned Run Average,"
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89. which is very, very good.
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90. - What does "H.B.P." mean?
- "Hit By Pitch."
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91. She was crowding the plate.
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92. Hank said I could get some cereal.
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93. Oh, I'll never forget this. In this game,
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94. I had a no-hitter...
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95. If you'll adjust the two Hs to Es
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96. signifying they were actually errors,
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97. which a less jealous scorer
would have ruled them.
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98. "Who was the last pitcher
to win 30 games?"
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99. Denny McLain, Detroit Tigers, 1968.
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100. That's day-one stuff, Chip.
Give me a hard one.
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101. Okay, wise guy. How many years
did he get for pension fraud?
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102. Ooh, you got me... unless it was eight.
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103. You're the man.
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104. MAN
And the ball is going... going...
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105. It's... foul. Foul ball.
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106. Uh... Bobby, maybe you and your...
action figure
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107. want to go clean your room.
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108. Could you please blow your smoke
the other way, Mr. Gribble?
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109. I'm training for the varsity squad.
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110. - I get Dale's spot.
- What's with Dale?
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111. He's like an L.A. fan,
leaving in the seventh inning.
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112. - Boy, this new manager sure is methodical.
- Yeah.
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113. People criticize him
for playing little ball,
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114. but I say a "W" is a "W"
any way you get it.
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115. Oh, come on.
My grandmother hits like that.
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116. God, I hate infield singles.
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117. They put your tying run on first,
Mr. Hill. Got to like that.
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118. Yeah.
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119. Hey... hey, that's true, Bobby...
and, uh...
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120. Chip. Chip Block.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Hill.
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121. - How do you do that, Bobby?
- He's using show business.
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122. Palmeiro's going to be looking
for a fastball.
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123. All right.
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124. Yeah!
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125. MAN Palmeiro got a fastball.
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126. - Hey, you called it, Chip.
- Chip's a genius.
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127. Bobby, Chip, you get Dale's spot. Bill...
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128. I couldn't handle the pressure anyway.
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129. Could be... could be... It is!
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130. Round tripper!
He's going to tag all the bags!
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131. All right!
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132. I love this guy.
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133. Enjoy your last few breaths, dummy.
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134. You're looking lovely this morning
as usual, Mrs. Hill.
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135. Well, thank you.
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136. I'll have cinnamon rolls,
pancakes, Seven-up, bacon...
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137. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Bobby,
if you're going to bulk up, do it right.
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138. You want five raw eggs in a glass.
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139. Raw eggs? Haven't you heard of salmonella?
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140. Relax, kid. If I wanted to kill you,
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141. I'd challenge you to a push-up contest!
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142. - Yeah.
- Eggs it is.
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143. Mr. Hill, could you pass
the sports section, please?
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144. Sure. You gonna make fun
of tennis there, Chip?
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145. Oh, I think tennis does a pretty good job
of making fun of itself.
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146. Ain't that the truth?
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147. Now let's see what Daddy got for you.
Bug, get Dale his gift.
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148. Happy birthday, Squirt.
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149. Shug, are you all right?
- Fine!
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150. Sh-shah!
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151. Octavio, I want you to do
the exact same thing I just did
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152. to this picture to this guy in person.
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153. Except do it right here.
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154. Okay, I'm going to need $20 now
and $20 when it is done.
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155. And another $20 for expenses.
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156. Well, tee time is in two hours
and eight minutes.
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157. So, in other words,
you're going to be leaving the house.
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158. Yes, Dale, we're all going golfing,
remember?
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159. Well, I can't go. I got plans.
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160. Yeah. Plans.
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161. I mean, nothing!
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162. Hello, Mr. Gribble. Nice to see you.
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163. Nice to see you again.
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164. Hey, uh, we got a spot open today
for golfing.
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165. How'd you like to join our foursome?
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166. Uh, no thanks, Mr. Hill.
I'm going to hang out here today.
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167. Maybe, uh, run some wind sprints.
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168. Aw, come on, Chip.
I'll let you drive the cart.
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169. Maybe even fix you up with my three wood.
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170. Bobby, Chip, let's go.
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171. 11:15 a.m. The man and the boy
and the puppet leave the house.
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172. 11:16. Octavio speaks into tape recorder,
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173. thus leaving crucial evidence,
stupid idiot!
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174. Octavio must be gotten rid of.
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175. "Dear Octavio.
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176. This is the hardest letter
I've ever had to write."
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177. Silence on the tee!
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178. - Keep your left arm straight.
- Mm-hmm.
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179. Yes!
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180. Uh, uh, actually,
Bobby told me about that one.
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181. Aw, Chip, you modest son of a gun.
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182. What'll you have, Chip?
Can of Thompson's water seal?
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183. Hmm. Hello.
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184. Help!
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185. Can I help you?
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186. Yes. I would like to purchase
some chloroform,
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187. a roll of duct tape,
and this gagging bandanna.
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188. Oh, dang! Looks like a penalty stroke.
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189. Oh, no, sir!
That's a temporary water hazard.
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190. Free drop no nearer to the hole,
no penalty.
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191. Oh, well, all right.
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192. How'd you learn so much about golf?
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193. I've seen Happy Gilmore 50 times.
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194. I hate Adam Sandler.
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195. Oh...
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196. Yeah. He's all poo-poo jokes.
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197. You don't have to work blue to be funny.
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198. Amen to that.
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199. Dad, I'm starting to get
a ventriloquist's tan.
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200. No one likes a whiner, Bobby. Right, Chip?
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201. Right.
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202. Mr. Popper?
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203. Caught you in the act!
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204. Oh, oh, it's you, kid.
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205. I thought it was that thieving nurse
coming back for the other cufflink.
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206. I hope I'm not disturbing you, sir.
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207. He was disturbed before you got here.
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208. Oh... oh...
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209. Sorry. Old habits.
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210. So... how is that crazy wooden bastard?
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211. Oh, great, great. Everybody loves Chip.
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212. It's just... well,
when you and Chip were partners,
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213. did you ever get the feeling that
the audience liked him better than you?
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214. Of course. Chip was the star.
And he got paid better, too.
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215. That's a joke from my act.
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216. - That didn't make you crazy?
- Oh, of course it did.
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217. I wanted to be known
for more than just Chip Block.
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218. At one point, I even shelved him
and hit the road solo.
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219. I did sound effects. I was the first guy
to do "windshield wipers."
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220. A few weeks later,
the audience stopped coming.
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221. After my second cry for help,
I decided it was better
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222. to be on the edge of the spotlight
than not be there at all.
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223. Yeah, I hear you.
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224. Well, it's almost 4:00.
I'll let you get ready for dinner.
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225. Do me a favor, will you?
Tell the nurse you couldn't find me.
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226. I'm gonna get that thieving slut.
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227. Hey, Bobby,
I'm heading over to the hardware store,
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228. and I bet the guys there
would get a kick out of Chip's
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229. "Jimmy Johnson varnishing his hair"
routine.
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230. The show must go on.
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231. Dad! Dad! Chip is gone!
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232. Is this part of your new act?
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233. I don't get it.
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234. I don't where he is,
but there were signs of a struggle.
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235. Think. Now retrace your steps.
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236. Get him!
No!
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237. Dale, are you nuts?
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238. You'll never put that creep back together.
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239. I mixed him in with two chairs
and a toboggan.
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240. You're next!
I'm kicking your ass through that thing!
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241. You wouldn't hit an unconscious man...
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242. I think I'm going to be sick.
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243. You know what?
Maybe this is all for the best.
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244. Huh. Maybe you're right.
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245. What do we really need Chip for, anyway?
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246. - Now you're talking, Dad!
- Yep, think about it.
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247. If we build a new Chip,
we could make him perfect.
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248. Don't get me wrong, Chip was great,
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249. but his neck wasn't really thick enough
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250. At least not competitively.
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251. And if his ears didn't stick out so much,
he could wear a helmet.
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252. I'll be at my workbench cobbling together
something I can be proud of.
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253. Hey, Bobby, catch.
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254. Well, the spring-loaded arm
needs a little tightening,
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255. but the new Chip will finally
be able to throw a football.
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256. You know, Dad, I could just use my sock
and a magic marker.
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257. A sock never had an arm like this
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258. or legs that could scramble
like Roger "The Dodger" Staubach's.
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259. And I bet that sock
doesn't have Troy Aikman's jawline.
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260. Okay.
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261. It'll be fun, Bobby.
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262. It's kind of like I'm building you
a big brother.
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263. Yeah.
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264. Okay.
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265. Let's see here.
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266. Sorry, Bobby,
but I can't tighten that arm.
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267. Hey, Dad, this yahoo thinks the Rangers
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268. are "philosophically"
a National League team.
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269. Ha! Yahoo.
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270. That's fine. Hey, Peggy,
what gets out 32-year-old blood?
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271. Club soda, right?
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272. Well, I'm going to go watch the Rangers
philosophically kick the Yankees' butts.
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273. I'll watch the game. Anybody else in?
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274. Not me. I've got to spiff up my old
Pop Warner jersey for Chip Number Two.
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275. Hey, Peggy, you know that hair
we always find in the drain?
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276. You don't just throw that out, do you?
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277. Wait a minute. Bill!
He has bags of hair at his house.
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278. Hank, your son is outside
throwing a football in the air
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279. and trying his damndest to catch it.
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280. Maybe he'd get a few less bruises
if you spent some time with him.
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281. That's why I'm trying
to finish the new Chip ASAP,
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282. so we can start spending
more time with Bobby again.
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283. Well, all right, then.
I will let you play with your doll.
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284. Oh, and you know,
if there's any lumber leftover,
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285. you might want to use it to build the wife
you've always wanted, too.
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286. And Staubach goes back to throw.
He's in the pocket.
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287. Hmm.
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288. Hey, Dad. I got Mr. Dauterive's
old Pop Warner jersey.
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289. You know, for the act. Me and Chip II.
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290. I mean, Chip II and me.
You got to give the star top billing.
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291. Yeah, but I think in this case,
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292. you'll agree both stars
deserve top billing.
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293. It looks just like me.
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294. It's even got my haircut.
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295. Yeah, I've still got a few more
holes to drill along the scalp,
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296. you know, to even out the hairline.
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297. Hey, these are my short pants
from when I was three!
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298. Yeah, I found them in my rag bag.
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299. I don't know, Dad.
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300. Short pants don't really belong
on a football field.
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301. That's okay. You don't either.
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302. Hey, isn't Iron Chef on?
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303. Yeah, let's go watch Iron Chef.
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304. Uh, you know, the Rangers
are playing the Yankees right now.
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305. Iron Chef! Iron Chef!
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306. Sorry, Dad, it's two against one.
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307. Yeah, I guess you're right.
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308. Look, Peggy.
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309. Look at me with my two sons.
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310. "Dear Octavio.
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311. It has come to my attention
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312. that a man claiming to be Dale Gribble
recently fired you."
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313. Perimeter breach!
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314. Perimeter breach?
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315. You'll never catch Dale Gri...
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316. You were right, Bobbies.
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317. Ventriloquism is fun.
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