1.  - (Scattered applause)
- Thank you. 
			  
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2.  Perfect Ten -
and we're ten perfect minutes 
			  
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3.  from tonight's Open The Box! 
			  
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4.  Where the jackpot stands
at a big £33. 
			  
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5.  So I'll leave you
in the very capable hands 
			  
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6.  of your brand-new resident DJ,
Mr Ray Von! 
			  
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7.  (Ray) Yeah! That's right! 
			  
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8.  My name is Ray Von
so let's r-r-rave on! 
			  
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9.  Excuse me! Hey! 
			  
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10.  Could you lower it, son? 
			  
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11.  - What?
- Bangin'. 
			  
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12.  Cheers! Come on
and reach for the lasers! 
			  
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13.  Have you not got a nice foxtrot?
Bit of Kenny G? 
			  
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14.  Oh, what's this? 
			  
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15.  Smoke machine - it's jammed! 
			  
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16.  (Brian) Knock that off! What's that? 
			  
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17.  (Brian) Too much! 
			  
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18.  - (# Heavy industrial continues)
- (Brian) Kenny! 
			  
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19.  (Kenny) Brian! Where are you? 
			  
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20.  - Turn it off!
- Brian! Sorry, Brian. 
			  
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21.  Where is he? Turn this thing off! 
			  
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22.  Sorted. 
			  
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23.  Come on, Captain, home time. 
			  
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24.  I wanna lock up. 
			  
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25.  Captain! Time's time, cock! 
			  
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26.  Ship ahoy! 
			  
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27.  Shit! 
			  
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28.  - Well?
- He's dead, Brian. 
			  
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29.  - (All gasp)
- Oh, my God. 
			  
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30.  Who's gonna do the bloody door? 
			  
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31.  Come on, Captain, lad, wake up! 
			  
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32.  - He can't hear you, he's dead.
- Never seen a dead body before. 
			  
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33.  I used to bag 'em up in 'Nam. 
			  
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34.  We'll swing for this -
it'll finish us! 
			  
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35.  - We didn't kill him.
- No, but Smokey Robinson did! 
			  
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36.  - He's a psycho!
- He's had an asthma attack. 
			  
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37.  - It's all this smoke!
- He had angina and all. 
			  
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38.  He-he-he-he was! He was
asthmatic, he was asthmatic. 
			  
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39.  Put him in the Pennine Suite. 
			  
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40.  - Why?
- Why? 
			  
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41.  In here's murder,
next door's natural causes. 
			  
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42.  Stick him in there. 
			  
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43.  I'll tell you what,
I'm havin' his fridge freezer. 
			  
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44.  It's less than 12 months old. 
			  
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45.  (2nd woman) And the dog?
(1st woman) Get it put down. 
			  
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46.  - Deaf Tony died yesterday.
- He didn't? 
			  
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47.  - 56.
- That's no age. 
			  
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48.  Bin lorry, reversed over him. 
			  
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49.  - How's Irene takin' it?
- Oh, bad. 
			  
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50.  And they didn't empty her bin.
(Chortles) 
			  
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51.  Remember where y'are. 
			  
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52.  If we spread his ashes
do we get money back on t'urn? 
			  
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53.  Come on! 
			  
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54.  - Brian.
- All right, Brian? 
			  
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55.  Hello, Les. Hello, Alan. 
			  
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56.  I see, er,
your Ray Van's not turned up. 
			  
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57.  Good. I'm glad. 
			  
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58.  Never batted an eyelid, did he? 
			  
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59.  Very comfortable around death,
that lad. Used to it, you see. 
			  
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60.  - Did he really kill Tracy Burns?
- Oh, aye. 
			  
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61.  It were in all the papers,
weren't it? 
			  
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62.  Why's he not in prison, then? 
			  
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63.  Technicalities, innit? 
			  
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64.  - Look at OJ Simpson.
- Yes. 
			  
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65.  - I'm gonna get rid of him.
- Ooh, you can't do that. 
			  
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66.  That were Tracy's mistake.
She ended up in a wheelie bin. 
			  
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67.  - Her head did.
- (Tapping glass) 
			  
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68.  A bit of respect, ladies and
gentlemen, for the Captain. 
			  
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69.  The Captain. 
			  
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70.  I'll never forget
the day we first met. 
			  
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71.  D-day it were. Aye, D-day. 
			  
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72.  We were fourth off the
landing craft up Sword beach. 
			  
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73.  60 yards up the beach
they get him, the bastards, 
			  
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74.  but he kept on runnin' -
blew his eyeball right out. 
			  
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75.  But I caught it!
And d'you know what he said to me? 
			  
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76.  He said, "You were supposed
to keep an eye out for me!" 
			  
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77.  But that was the Captain,
always a joker. 
			  
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78.  - The Captain.
- (All) The Captain. 
			  
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79.  (Les) What the hell's that? 
			  
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80.  'Wundebar! Das jackpot! Wundebar!' 
			  
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81.  - Turn that thing off.
- 'Schnell! Dive! Dive!' 
			  
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82.  (Woman on TV)
'It's an amoeba, a single cell 
			  
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83.  'and this is it feeding. 
			  
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84.  'An amoeba can change shape easily. 
			  
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85.  'By pushing its cell surface
forward, it engulfs its food.' 
			  
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86.  (Man) Bloody hell. 
			  
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87.  (TV) 'That's fine if you're
a single-celled organism...' 
			  
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88.  Sorry, guys. 
			  
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89.  And who should pop his head
out of the next tent - 
			  
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90.  Mr Robert De Niro. 
			  
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91.  Loves Pwllheli.
Was there with his family. 
			  
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92.  He's doing another
Deer Hunter in Rhyll. 
			  
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93.  Absolutely hammered him at Swingball. 
			  
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94.  - (Engine revving)
- Whoa! 
			  
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95.  Whoa! 
			  
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96.  Whoa! Wind the window down. 
			  
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97.  Wind it down. Not as clever
as you think, are you? 
			  
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98.  You forgot this. 
			  
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99.  - Nothing gets past these.
- Cheers, mate. Nice one. 
			  
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100.  (Brian) Let me get this straight. 
			  
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101.  Two lads walk in off the street
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102.  and you did nothing? 
			  
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103.  We thought you'd arranged it. 
			  
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104.  - Arranged what?
- They were wearing overalls. 
			  
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105.  Oh, overalls! Oh, well,
excuse me, then - overalls! 
			  
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106.  Oh, well... Jesus H! 
			  
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107.  That was a brand-new set!
The world's gone mad. 
			  
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108.  They were probably drug addicts. 
			  
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109.  In overalls? 
			  
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110.  Where'd you get
that new motor, Brian? 
			  
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111.  - Somewhere.
- Must've cost a bob. 
			  
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112.  It must have.
Traded me Shopmobility. 
			  
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113.  For a Cadillac? 
			  
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114.  If I'd been on the ball I'd have
worn overalls and driven it out. 
			  
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115.  (Man) This snooker table's knackered!
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116.  - Has he not been yet?
- No. 
			  
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117.  You should've told 'em to take that. 
			  
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118.  They only had a Citroën. 
			  
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119.  (French accent)
'Allo, Games Sans Frontières.' 
			  
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120.  - Eric? Brian.
- 'Brian! How's it goin'?' 
			  
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121.  It's not going.
It's as crooked as you. 
			  
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122.  'What d'you mean? What's up?' 
			  
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123.  I've got a deformed snooker table, 
			  
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124.  a Nazi bandit
that pays out in Deutschmarks 
			  
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125.  and a flavoured condom machine
ten years out of date. 
			  
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126.  'And?' 
			  
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127.  Would you suck a ten-year-old banana? 
			  
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128.  - 'No.'
- Neither will they. 
			  
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129.  - 'I'll have to get me papers.'
- No, get your arse here 
			  
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130.  for this snooker table,
before I nail you to it. 
			  
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131.  Shithead. 
			  
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132.  Well, what do you think? 
			  
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133.  It's hard to find the words
to describe it, Eric, really. 
			  
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134.  Oh, I've found some.
What the frig is it? 
			  
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135.  This? This is what the punters want! 
			  
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136.  - A mechanical bull?
- A bucking bronco! 
			  
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137.  - Get rid of it.
- The van's gone. 
			  
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138.  This is the future,
snooker's dead and buried. 
			  
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139.  - I'm not convinced.
- Trust me, Brian, 
			  
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140.  they'll all want one
when they've seen yours. 
			  
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141.  Oh! Where have I heard that before?
Indoor golf? 
			  
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142.  Foxy boxing? I've just got shot
of your six-foot Ker Plunk! 
			  
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143.  Have a ride, see what you think. 
			  
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144.  I'll give you a week's free trial, 
			  
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145.  then she's got to go to the
European finals in Düsseldorf. 
			  
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146.  Düsseldorf? Good, you can take
das fruit machine with you. 
			  
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147.  I'll throw in an aeroplane,
one previous owner. 
			  
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148.  Who were it? John Denver? 
			  
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149.  Come on, Brian, you'll not regret it. 
			  
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150.  Give it a couple of days,
it'll be shitting money. 
			  
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151.  If not it had better learn
how to shit snooker tables. 
			  
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152.  'This is Jerry St Clair welcoming
you to an afternoon of bingo.' 
			  
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153.  50p a line,
seven pound your full house. 
			  
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154.  Get your dobbers, your dabbers
and cards, we're ready to go. 
			  
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155.  Here... What's that? 
			  
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156.  New bingo machine. 
			  
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157.  I built it! Guts of a Hoover. 
			  
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158.  Can you flick it to upholstery? 
			  
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159.  Eyes down,
looking for your first number. 
			  
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160.  Oh! 
			  
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161.  Four and nine, 49. 
			  
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162.  (Women) We've had it! 
			  
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163.  You can't, I've just picked it
up off the bloody floor! 
			  
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164.  Hey! Hey! 
			  
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165.  (Muttering) Bloody hell.
One and two... 
			  
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166.  Let's hear it for Albert!
Albert's a registered diabetic. 
			  
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167.  The louder you scream
the faster the ride! 
			  
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168.  Those are the rules, folks! 
			  
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169.  - (Cheering)
- What else have you got to do? 
			  
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170.  Come on, you're nearly at the
pensioners' record! Here we go! 
			  
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171.  - There he is!
- Who? 
			  
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172.  - Ray Von.
- Thinks he's on the waltzers. 
			  
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173.  I've not seen this lot so excited 
			  
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174.  since they printed that
paedophile's address in t'paper. 
			  
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175.  Shit, not another one. 
			  
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176.  - Hey!
- (Cheering) 
			  
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177.  Let's get another victim...
another contestant on the ride! 
			  
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178.  Just a little joke there! 
			  
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179.  You know what we should have? 
			  
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180.  - St John's Ambulance?
- Wild West Night. 
			  
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181.  - You reckon?
- With that thing there? 
			  
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182.  Get some gunslingers in,
some line dancing. 
			  
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183.  Line dancing? That's a bit old hat. 
			  
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184.  Den Perry had it and it was sold out. 
			  
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185.  - Made a fortune.
- Did he? 
			  
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186.  I draw the line at lynchin'. 
			  
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187.  Howdy, ladies. 
			  
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188.  Evenin', y'all. 
			  
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189.  God, I wouldn't mind ridin' that. 
			  
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190.  D'you wanna go faster?
Let's try it the other way! 
			  
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191.  Come on, George, here we go! 
			  
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192.  - (Thud)
- Yay! 
			  
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193.  Absolutely brilliant, George!
Who's next in line? 
			  
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194.  So, cowboys and cowgirls,
we've got a special treat for you. 
			  
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195.  Give a mighty Phoenix welcome
to a fabulous act - 
			  
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196.  it's Wild Bill and Trigger! 
			  
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197.  I'm Wild Bill, say hello to Trigger! 
			  
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198.  There is a horse
in my Cabaret Suite. 
			  
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199.  A hat's the worst thing
you can wear if you're going bald. 
			  
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200.  - Look, don't start.
- Telling you. 
			  
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201.  You've either gotta
accept it or cover up. 
			  
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202.  Cover up? It's you
that's going bald, not me. 
			  
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203.  I've lost most of my hair
worrying about yours. 
			  
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204.  What's he doing now? 
			  
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205.  He's digging for gold! 
			  
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206.  Well done, boy! 
			  
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207.  Well, what d'you think? 
			  
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208.  There is a horse in my Cabaret Suite. 
			  
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209.  Brilliant, isn't he? 
			  
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210.  Is it real? 
			  
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211.  (Wild Bill) Down. That's a good lad. 
			  
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212.  Oh, it's real, my friend.
It's real, you better believe it. 
			  
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213.  - I'll clean it up.
- 30 grand, that cork floor. 
			  
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214.  What's he doing now? Ohh! 
			  
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215.  - Come on...
- (Applause) 
			  
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216.  Bruce Willis. 
			  
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217.  Er... Yul Brynner, Sean Connery. 
			  
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218.  Skin's in, man. Women - they love it. 
			  
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219.  Can't get enough.
Nothing to be ashamed of. 
			  
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220.  I'm not ashamed
cos I'm not going bald! 
			  
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221.  Connery -
Connery wants best of both worlds. 
			  
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222.  See his wig in The Rock? Amazing! 
			  
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223.  He loves wearing 'em, Connery. 
			  
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224.  Never Say Never Again -
that were another. Can't get enough. 
			  
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225.  (Jerry) One more time!
Wild Bill and Trigger! 
			  
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226.  I'm gonna leave you 
			  
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227.  with your own rootin',
tootin', shootin' DJ, 
			  
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228.  Mr Ray Von! 
			  
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229.  Just let me clean that shit up. 
			  
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230.  Yeah! Rave on, y'all! 
			  
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231.  (Laughs) Shabba! 
			  
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232.  Highlander. Wig.
He had a wig in Highlander. 
			  
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233.  Highlander 2: The Quickening. Wig. 
			  
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234.  What were that mad one
where he got his cock out? 
			  
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235.  - Zardoz.
- Zardoz. Wig. 
			  
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236.  (Ray) Here we go,
let's set the dance floor on fire! 
			  
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237.  Here we go! Check this out! 
			  
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238.  - (Scratching)
- Check it out! 
			  
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239.  Yeah! 
			  
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240.  (Ray) Garage, house - it doesn't
matter. It's all OK for DJ Ray! 
			  
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241.  Can I have chips and black-eyed peas? 
			  
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242.  What's in your snake-eyed pie? 
			  
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243.  - Chicken and mushroom.
- I'll have two. 
			  
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244.  Two snakes, Marion! 
			  
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245.  (Ray) Rawhides on the dance floor! 
			  
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246.  - What time's the gunfight?
- After supper. 
			  
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247.  The Keighley Confederates
against the Preston Posse. 
			  
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248.  (Ray) Comin' at ya! Come on! 
			  
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249.  You what?
Lancashire against Yorkshire? 
			  
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250.  Bloody hell,
you don't mix the counties! 
			  
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251.  I wondered why we had a gap. 
			  
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252.  Ike and Tina, chalk and cheese -
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253.  - It's gonna kick off.
- No, it's not! 
			  
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254.  It's all part of the show.
Do it all the time. 
			  
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255.  It better be. 
			  
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256.  Here we go! Something sticky! 
			  
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257.  - (Scratching)
- (Dancers groan) 
			  
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258.  - Who's judging?
- Ray Von. 
			  
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259.  Oh, my God. 
			  
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260.  Don't give him a gun,
we'll be knee-deep in bodies. 
			  
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261.  The Hunt For Red October. Wig. 
			  
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262.  The Avengers. Wig. 
			  
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263.  No, he were bald in The Avengers. 
			  
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264.  - Think on.
- He was, he was. 
			  
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265.  But it were a flop, though. 
			  
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266.  No wig, no hit. Shit. 
			  
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267.  - Brian Potter!
- Colin, I thought it were you. 
			  
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268.  Hope your money's not gone up. 
			  
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269.  Last time I saw you, Barracuda Club, 
			  
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270.  you were in a double act
with what's-her-name... 
			  
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271.  - Mini Ha-Ha.
- Yes. Not laughing now, is she? 
			  
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272.  Lost a leg to diabetes, poor cow. 
			  
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273.  - I've got Trigger now.
- She's a beauty, ain't she? 
			  
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274.  Sorry, he. Nearly had me eye out. 
			  
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275.  Mind if I put him in that
other room? It's pissing down. 
			  
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276.  It's pissing down in here -
on 40 grand of cork floor. 
			  
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277.  Hey? No, you can't, forget it.
Get it away from me. 
			  
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278.  - He doesn't change, does he?
- No. 
			  
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279.  Stick him in the Pennine Suite,
he'll never know. 
			  
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280.  Good boy, good boy. 
			  
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281.  (Jerry) Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome back, pardners 
			  
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282.  to Gunfight at the Phoenix Corral, 
			  
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283.  with me, Deputy St Clair.
Hey? Look at that, 'ey? 
			  
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284.  Tonight we've got
the Keighley Confederates... 
			  
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285.  .. against the Preston Posse! 
			  
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286.  So without further ado, 
			  
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287.  can we have the first two
gunslingers up on their marks? 
			  
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288.  (Man) Go on, George!
(2nd man) Go on, Frank! 
			  
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289.  Come on, Yorkshire. 
			  
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290.  Draw! 
			  
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291.  So let's hear it for the
undefeated world champion, 
			  
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292.  a good friend of mine, Cisco Sid! 
			  
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293.  Come on over... (Laughs) 
			  
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294.  (Jerry) Christ, I've died
and gone to Memphis. 
			  
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295.  It's Silverado Presley! 
			  
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296.  Come on, son, crack a smile.
He's a welder during the day. 
			  
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297.  Is that gold or is it chocolate?
Is it chocolate, eh? 
			  
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298.  It's very good, son, keep it up. 
			  
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299.  Come on, come on, here we go. 
			  
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300.  On your marks.
Lancashire, are you ready? 
			  
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301.  Ready! 
			  
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302.  - Yorkshire, are you ready?
- Uh-huh. 
			  
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303.  - (Laughter)
- (Man) Get out of town! 
			  
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304.  Draw. 
			  
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305.  Ray? 
			  
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306.  Lancashire! 
			  
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307.  No way! There is no way!
That was cheating! 
			  
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308.  And... 
			  
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309.  ..fire! 
			  
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310.  Lancashire again! 
			  
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311.  No way! 
			  
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312.  Here we go. 
			  
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313.  Next up for the Confederates
we've got Georgia Jed! 
			  
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314.  Where's Georgia Jed? 
			  
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315.  - Stand up, son. Oh, he is.
- (Confederates) Go on, Georgia! 
			  
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316.  Brian! There's a horse
in the Jocky Wilson Suite! 
			  
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317.  - Yeah, right.
- There is! Come on, quick! 
			  
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318.  (Jerry) Typical Yorkshire. 
			  
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319.  (All) # Away, away 
			  
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320.  All right, Jed? Have we got a box? 
			  
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321.  There you are. Told you. 
			  
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322.  Get off! 
			  
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323.  - What's wrong with it?
- What's up with it? 
			  
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324.  It's pissed,
that's what's up with it! 
			  
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325.  - Let go of me!
- How do you know? 
			  
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326.  I know a pissed horse when I see one! 
			  
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327.  Get it a kebab. 
			  
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328.  So Jed, what do you wanna be
when you grow up? Taller? 
			  
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329.  No, he was born on
the cusp of Leo and Capricorn, 
			  
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330.  which makes him a leprechaun
if I'm right - am I right? 
			  
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331.  (Jerry) Get it, Jed? Where's he gone?
There you are. 
			  
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332.  He says he's 47 and single -
there's a surprise - 
			  
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333.  you think? He's probably one of
them bandits, know what I mean? 
			  
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334.  Rode into town,
shot up the sheriff... 
			  
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335.  (Brian) Oh, my God. What's he doing? 
			  
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336.  - (Rhythmic creaking)
- Pull it off. 
			  
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337.  You what?
I'm not pullin' off a horse! 
			  
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338.  (Brian) We've not got
a licence for this. 
			  
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339.  Kenny, get the mop. 
			  
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340.  You better get in there,
all hell's breakin' loose! 
			  
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341.  Who's taught him that? 
			  
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342.  I thought it were Yul Brynner? 
			  
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343.  No, this is Guns Of The Seven.
It's Cogburn, this! 
			  
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344.  He picks the chair up,
the bloke ducks, 
			  
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345.  he chucks it straight
through the window! 
			  
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346.  - They've got guns!
- (Gunshots) 
			  
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347.  (Max) Get 'em out,
come on, get 'em out! 
			  
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348.  Come on. Elvis has left the building. 
			  
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349.  (Brian) 45 grand, that floor,
destroyed by him! He's one! 
			  
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350.  - I've ruptured an artery.
- Good! I'm glad! 
			  
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351.  Wild West? Wild, that's for sure! 
			  
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352.  You know why Den Perry
stopped having 'em now. 
			  
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353.  It was like this every night.
They're animals, this lot. 
			  
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354.  Now you tell me, eh? 
			  
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355.  You! He's in there
and he's pissed out of his mind 
			  
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356.  and he's got a corporate
in Torquay tomorrow! 
			  
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357.  He'll have to go
back on the wagon. 
			  
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358.  (Patrick) Friggin' hell! 
			  
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359.  (Brian) Chuck the key away! 
			  
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360.  Hold on! Any minute now. (Grunting) 
			  
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361.  (Magician, muffled) This is me! 
			  
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362.  Seeing is believing! 
			  
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363.  Whose keys are those? 
			  
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364.  - I dunno.
- (Muffled) Big finish! 
			  
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365.  These your keys? 
			  
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366.  What? 
			  
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367.  (Brian) Next! 
			  
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368.  Oh, fu... 
			  
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