1. Psst!
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2. I am so glad you are here.
We have precious little time.
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3. I need you to perform
a task of unimaginable danger.
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4. I believe you are the only man who can do it.
Do you accept?
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5. - What are the hours?
- It will take the rest of your life and beyond.
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6. All right, I haven't got much on.
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7. Take this. It is a sacred amulet.
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8. If that falls into the hands of our enemies,
this planet will be doomed.
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9. You must take it away and hide it.
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10. - Who are you anyway?
- It is I, the King.
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11. Cool. I'll just nip home and get a couple of bits.
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12. No, we have no time.
You must go far away to a planet called Earth.
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13. How will I get there?
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14. Press the button in the amulet,
it will take you there.
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15. - Cheers, King. I'll never forget you.
- And I will never forget you, Banoo.
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16. - It's Naboo, actually.
- What?
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17. I came as quickly as I could. My liege.
I have trained for over 30 years for this task.
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18. I'm the fittest, the strongest,
the fastest warrior in all the land.
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19. With me the amulet will be safe.
I am your humble servant, Banoo.
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20. Shit!
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21. Come with us now
on a journey through time and space...
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22. ...to the world of The Mighty Boosh.
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23. # The Mighty Boosh
# Come with us to the Mighty Boosh
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24. # The Mighty Boosh
# Come with us to the Mighty Boosh #
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25. - Cup of tea?
- What's the point?
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26. Come on, we've had worse gigs than that,
you know. Just a tough crowd.
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27. You heard what they were saying,
Why did you bring your dad on stage?
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28. They could've been talking about the soundman.
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29. They were talking about me and you know it.
Who's that? Your science teacher?
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30. Well, you've always been more mature than me,
you know.
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31. - We're the same age!
- I know. It was always like that, even at school.
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32. Hey, Vince,
I don't know what I'm doing.
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33. Cheers.
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34. - Oi, Vince, is that your dad?
- No!
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35. - We're the same age!
- Come on, Howard, let's get out of here.
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36. I've always been big-boned.
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37. Exactly. People love that about you, you know.
You know what people call you?
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38. - What?
- The Buffalo man.
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39. What's a big old buffalo doing trying to make it
in a band?
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40. It's a young man's game.
I've already got four crow's-feet.
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41. - Maybe I should get a face-lift.
- Well, that is an option.
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42. It's a drastic one, though.
There's other things you could do first.
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43. - Like what?
- Well, I mean your outfit. What's going on there?
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44. - This is my look. A good look, a strong look.
- Yeah, for Magnum, p.i. maybe. Hawaiian shorts?
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45. Yeah. My legs are my best feature.
I've been told they're slim and youthful.
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46. They're not going to get you
on the cover of NME though, are they?
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47. Don't be knocking the pegs, okay?
These babies have turned heads in their time.
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48. Look, Howard, I think you're going
to have to learn to accessorise.
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49. - What?
- Well, you know, gloves, belts, badges.
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50. You can really breathe new life into an outfit.
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51. I don't accessorise. I'm Howard Moon.
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52. There's a simple truth to me.
I don't have to adorn myself in trinkets.
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53. Whatever.
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54. # Time is calling out my name
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55. # Howard
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56. # Playing the final rules of this game
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57. # Chess
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58. # All my hopes and dreams have turned to dust
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59. # The armour of my youth gone to rust #
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60. - What's up with him?
- He's having an age crisis.
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61. - Well, it is all about youth these days.
- I know. How old are you?
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62. - Real age or press age?
- Real age.
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63. I am 40. But because I am DJ, I say 29.
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64. Nice.
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65. - What about Naboo?
- He 406.
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66. - No way! He looks about 12.
- Yeah.
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67. What's his secret? Oil of Ulay I bet.
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68. - He has different secret.
- Oh, yeah?
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69. Yeah, he has access to Fountain of Youth.
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70. - He must have hidden it somewhere.
- Imagine if we find it, it will be genius.
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71. - Our old brains encased in tight youthful faces.
- Where is it?
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72. - I've got something. There's a map here.
- I'll take that.
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73. - I'm the cartographer around here.
- I found it.
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74. There's something for you.
That's more your style, isn't it?
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75. - Nice and shiny.
- Cool.
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76. To find the Fountain of Youth
you must first reach the Desert of Nightmares.
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77. - What did you say?
- If only we could find the Desert of Nightmares.
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78. Check this out.
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79. Do you think Naboo will mind us borrowing this
for a while?
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80. - No.
- Come on.
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81. - Let's get ourselves some youth juice.
- Yeah.
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82. - I don't believe it. We've gone round in circles.
- I've read about this.
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83. If you're walking in the desert
and there's no landmarks
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84. and you've got one leg shorter than the other,
you just go round in circles.
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85. - What are you saying about my legs?
- I'm not saying anything about your legs.
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86. You're always having a poke at my legs,
aren't you?
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87. I'm not talking about your...
Well, they are quite funny.
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88. There's nothing funny about my legs.
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89. - They're like hosepipes propping up a beanbag.
- That's my look, okay? You're just jealous.
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90. You only dream of having legs like mine.
Willowy and sleek like the antelope.
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91. Whatever.
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92. Tell you, this Factor 3000 is genius.
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93. It's tested out on Goths and albinos.
It's part of the Edgar Winter range.
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94. Yeah, well, give me some.
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95. - There's none left.
- Oh, sorry about that.
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96. Oh, great. I'm going to burn up.
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97. You'll be all right.
You look good with a tan, you know.
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98. I need to be pale. It's part of my look.
I'm the Shoreditch vampire.
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99. I've got sensitive skin, okay.
Do you remember why we came here?
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100. I've got four crow's-feet as it is.
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101. - Five, actually.
- What do you mean?
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102. - I've just seen one appear under your eye.
- Don't be joking now.
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103. - There's another one.
- Stop it!
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104. - Six.
- Shut up!
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105. - Seven.
- Stop it.
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106. - They're coming thick and fast.
- This isn't funny, okay?
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107. Halt!
What brings you to the Desert of Nightmares?
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108. - Actually, we're looking for the Fountain of Youth.
- We're just passing through.
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109. Ah! Many a vain man
has come searching for the Fountain of Youth.
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110. And many a vain man has been killed.
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111. - Why?
- Because I have killed them.
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112. - Yeah, right. You and whose army?
- Me and my army.
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113. Kashungo!
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114. Check us out!
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115. I don't believe this.
They've been going through my stuff again.
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116. Probably looking for Fountain of Youth.
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117. Really?
And why would they be looking for that, Bollo?
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118. - I don't know.
- Have you been yapping off again?
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119. Bollo need to go now.
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120. They've taken the amulet.
We've got to go and find them.
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121. Where they go?
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122. To a place far, far away.
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123. A place where I was born.
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124. - Streatham?
- No, the planet Xooberon, you jerk off.
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125. Oh, Xooberon. Oh, yeah.
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126. We have reached a verdict.
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127. You shall be buried up to your necks in sand.
Left in the midday sun to be cooked alive.
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128. Have you anything to say?
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129. - Have you got the amulet?
- Yeah, shall we get out of here?
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130. - One minute.
- What are you doing?
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131. - Yeah, I've got something to say, actually.
- Oh, really?
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132. Yeah, I was just wondering why
you were doing all this sort of stuff.
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133. Is it now, and I'm going out on a limb here,
because you're a little bit short?
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134. I'm not short, am I?
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135. See. I'm a big 'un.
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136. Come on,
they're just kneeling down to make you look taller.
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137. - I am taller than most things.
- Like what?
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138. Chairs. Beach balls. Women on their sides.
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139. You're technically a midget.
I'm sorry to break it to you.
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140. I am four foot six without shoeses.
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141. With the hat, maybe.
Is that why you wear it? To give you a little boost?
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142. This is all me.
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143. Who looks foolish now?
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144. You, you blue berk.
What's that comb-over all about?
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145. That's not disguising the size of your head,
you know.
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146. Oh, I'm going to beat you
within an inch of your life.
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147. - What with? Your forehead?
- Zantar!
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148. Press it now. Press it now, Vince!
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149. - It's not working.
- What do you mean it's not working?
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150. - I think the batteries have run out.
- What do you mean?
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151. - The batteries are dead.
- What batteries?
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152. Yes, good, Zantar. There'll be snacks for you later.
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153. Zantar. A little on the short side
but he packs a wallop.
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154. Behold! He has the amulet. All hail our new leader.
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155. Yeah, right. You didn't quite realise
who you were messing with, did you?
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156. You don't have the amulet.
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157. - Can't you get any closer?
- I'm trying, boss.
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158. - Oh, it's not crashed again, has it?
- No, the mouse is stuck.
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159. Zoom in on that bird with the big hair.
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160. Right click, right click. Zoom.
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161. Halle-bleeding-lujah. I knew it, boy.
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162. I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach
this morning when I woke up.
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163. At first I thought it was the crabsticks,
but now it all makes sense.
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164. The amulet, it's come back at last!
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165. When I get that amulet and get
to the Fountain of Youth, I'll rule the universe.
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166. With an army of green bitches marching
and destroying everything in their cockney wake.
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167. I love you, boss.
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168. - Shut up and put the tea on.
- All right. How about some malt loaf?
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169. - Yeah, I'll have a slice.
- Right.
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170. Apples and pears and various other fruit.
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171. Yeah, so basically, I backcomb it.
I rarely wash it.
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172. It just stays like this all day.
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173. Bravissimo! Remarkable!
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174. - Could you sign this for my wife?
- Yeah.
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175. Make it out to Alan.
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176. Can I have some space? I'm getting a bit claustra.
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177. Give our master some space, you pig dogs.
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178. Can I get you anything else,
my little plum dumpling?
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179. Well, I am quite thirsty.
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180. Slave! Water! Now!
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181. - Nice shorts.
- I'm not happy about this, you know.
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182. How dare you speak
in the presence of the Chosen One!
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183. Chosen One?
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184. - I've already told you.
- Will you stop doing that?
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185. You're not listening. Shall I kill him?
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186. Erm...
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187. no, don't kill him.
Let me have a word with him in private.
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188. Everyone out, you little dick bags.
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189. I can stay, of course,
because I'm the favourite of the Chosen One.
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190. - Oh, my dear sweet gorgeous lord.
- What you doing?
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191. Oh, I've crossed the line. Forgive me.
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192. I shall cut off my hand.
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193. Oh, this is bad! God!
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194. No!
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195. God, it hurts so good.
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196. Listen, we've got to get out of here
and get some batteries for that amulet.
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197. Where are we going to get those from?
The local Dixons?
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198. I don't know where to get them from
but we can't get home without them.
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199. - What's the rush?
- What do you mean, what's the rush?
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200. - We're being held captive by a violent dwarf.
- I'm not.
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201. Look, you remember why we came here, yeah?
To find the Fountain of Youth.
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202. Yeah, but that was before.
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203. - Before what?
- Before I found out I was the Chosen One.
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204. Vince, you've gone wrong.
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205. - I've always felt like I might be the Chosen One.
- What?
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206. Do you believe in fate, Howard?
I mean, I was wearing the amulet.
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207. Well, maybe I should wear
that amulet for a little bit, yeah?
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208. You don't accessorise.
There's a simple truth to you.
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209. - You bitch. Give me that amulet.
- Guards.
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210. - What shall we do with him?
- Just get him out of my sight.
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211. Very well, cupcake.
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212. # Shooting star, look at you
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213. # Shooting star, you're a beautiful ball of light
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214. # Shooting star
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215. # Get out of the way
I can't see nothin'
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216. # You're all in my periferins
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217. # You're in my periferins visual
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218. # I cannot, how can I concentrate?
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219. # You're all over like a bluebottle
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220. # Getting in
Getting in all about the place #
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221. Flipping idiot.
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222. Sandstorm! Sandstorm!
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223. Sandstorm! Sandstorm! Storm of sand. Sandstorm.
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224. Can you keep it down a bit?
I'm trying to straighten my hair.
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225. Run for your lives.
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226. What's happening? Where's everyone going?
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227. - This is your first test.
- What test?
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228. It is written that the Chosen One
must destroy the evil sand beast
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229. that has cursed our tribe
for hundreds of tens of years.
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230. Unless, perhaps, you are not the Chosen One.
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231. No, no, he is the Chosen One. Good luck.
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232. Good luck, my lovely lady lumps. Bye.
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233. - I am Sandstorm.
- I'm Vince.
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234. Pleased to meet you.
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235. Ow!
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236. Feel the power of my grade 4 glasspaper palms.
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237. Na, na!
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238. That hurt, you bumbaclot.
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239. That's just the beginning.
I plan to sand you down to a pulp, cowboy.
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240. - Why?
- What? I am Sandstorm.
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241. - Yeah? So what?
- Stop the talk, prepare for a chaffing.
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242. - There's something wrong with you.
- No, there isn't.
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243. - You're all angry.
- Yes, I am angry.
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244. You've got no charm or charisma.
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245. There's nothing to you.
You're just violence in a tool belt.
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246. - Who are you to judge me? I am frustrated.
- Why?
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247. Because I cannot love. It's a living hell for me.
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248. - What is?
- My life.
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249. - I'm made from sandpaper.
- Yeah, I'm getting that.
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250. I can't touch anything. If I do, I wear it down.
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251. I plane surfaces without realising it.
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252. I cannot even touch myself.
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253. I'm having a bit of a shocker.
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254. Hmm.
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255. - Well, have you thought about accessorising?
- What?
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256. Well, you know, what about some gloves?
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257. - Gloves? What is gloves?
- Take these.
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258. - They go over your hands.
- Oh.
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259. Ah!
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260. Hand sheaths.
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261. Never before have I felt
the soft contours of my face.
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262. Never have I lightly caressed
the angular frame that is my torso.
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263. Oh, this is great. Now I can love myself.
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264. Oh, my.
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265. Oh, love, love.
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266. Love, love.
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267. Oh, love, love.
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268. Can I keep these?
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269. - Yeah.
- Oh, thank you.
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270. - No one's ever given me a gift before.
- That's fine.
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271. If ever you need help, general DIY or...
I'm very good with coving.
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272. Simply blow this horn
and I shall repay your kindness. Bye.
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273. See you later.
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274. Saturn, Jupiter, Pluto,
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275. Mars, Venus,
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276. George, Gracie.
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277. That is the list of my best friends in order.
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278. Order of preference.
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279. # I love the Chosen One
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280. # Loving him is lots of fun
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281. # We love the Chosen One
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282. # Not as much as me
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283. # I love him with my heart
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284. # I love him with my body parts
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285. # We love the Chosen One
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286. # Everybody shush! #
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287. There, it is decided. I love the Chosen One most.
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288. And in appreciation of your killing
the evil sand beast,
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289. I present you with this gift.
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290. Wow, thanks a lot.
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291. - Cheers.
- It took me ages to wrap.
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292. Have you got anything else? I do like gifts.
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293. Oh, yes. Pepo!
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294. Ow!
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295. - Pepo, come over here.
- All right, Pepo?
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296. Pepo is the greatest artist
our race has ever produced.
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297. He has been watching you ever since you arrived.
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298. I hope you don't mind, but I think this is
the best piece of work I've ever done.
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299. That is cool.
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300. It must have taken you ages. It's so perfect.
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301. - I mean, the fringe is a bit short.
- Forgive me, my lord.
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302. I just meant you could probably redo the fringe.
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303. Oh, yeah.
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304. Okay. Music.
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305. # I love the Chosen One
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306. # Loving him is fun, fun, fun
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307. # I love the Chosen One
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308. # Not as much as me
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309. # I love the Chosen One
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310. # Loving him is so much fun
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311. # We love the Chosen One
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312. # Not as much as me... #
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313. Why do you not join in the festivities?
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314. - It's not really my scene.
- Nor mine.
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315. He is not the chosen one.
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316. - What do you mean?
- You are.
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317. Am I? I mean, I am but... How did you know that?
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318. I've been watching you in your shorts.
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319. You are a powerful man with slim handsome legs.
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320. - You noticed?
- How could I fail to?
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321. Such legs.
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322. I know why you are here.
You seek the Fountain of Youth.
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323. How do you know that?
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324. I also know your so-called friend Vince
plans to ditch you and get it himself,
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325. and form a band with younger people.
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326. - What?
- Yes, he's drunk on power.
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327. But I see something special in your eyes, Howard.
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328. - You should have the amulet.
- Yes. How?
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329. - You are his personal slave, are you not?
- More of a valet, but yes.
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330. - You fold his clothes, peel his grapes.
- Yeah.
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331. Wash his balls.
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332. I draw the line at that, but I do deal
with some of his more personal business.
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333. - And you have access to his tent?
- I do.
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334. - I can't hear that.
- Oh, sorry.
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335. Basically, you go into his tent when he is asleep,
you open the flap, you steal the amulet...
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336. Psst.
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337. Oh, hi.
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338. - You have the amulet?
- Yeah, yeah, he was sleeping like a baby.
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339. - Never mind, give me the amulet.
- Oh, yeah.
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340. Maybe when this whole thing is over
we could go out for meal.
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341. Do you like Chinese food?
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342. I don't think so, squire.
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343. Italian?
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344. Where am I? What's happening?
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345. Someone stole the amulet last night
while I was asleep.
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346. Oh. Who would do something like that?
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347. Silence!
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348. You have lost the amulet.
Our most valuable of jewels.
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349. And now you must pay the price.
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350. By midday you will be two burning balls of fire.
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351. Now make peace with your gods.
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352. I suppose a hat would be out of the question,
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353. Shut it.
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354. Perfect.
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355. - Howard, do you think it's going to be all right?
- No.
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356. We're going to die in the most horrific way
known to man.
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357. - We had some good times though, didn't we?
- Yeah.
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358. - Yeah.
- Remember the time we had that soup?
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359. That was brilliant.
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360. # Soup, soup, a tasty soup
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361. # Soup, a spicy carrot and coriander
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362. # A chilli chowder
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363. # Crouton, crouton
Crunchy friends in a liquid broth
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364. # I am gazpacho, oh
I am a summer soup, oh
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365. # Miso, miso, fighting in the dojo
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366. # Miso, miso
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367. # Oriental prince in the land of soup #
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368. - Oh, classic times.
- Crazy days.
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369. Come on, it'll be all right.
Something will turn up, it always does.
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370. Tell you what,
this Edgar Winter sun cream, it's incredible.
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371. I only applied a small amount
and I feel like I'm in a cool mountain stream.
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372. How are you bearing up?
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373. Yeah, I'm fine.
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374. - Where did you get those sunglasses from?
- A passing coyote took pity on me.
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375. He took pity on you, did he? He took a piss on me.
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376. I think in his own simple way,
he was probably just trying to cool you down.
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377. Hey, Howard, it's Naboo!
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378. - What the hell's been going on here?
- Yeah, we got into a spot of bother.
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379. - Where's Howard?
- What do you mean? I'm right here.
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380. - What's happened to you?
- Why? Have I caught the sun?
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381. - You look like jacket potato.
- Oh, no.
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382. Bollo, get him out. I'm going to start the carpet.
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383. Don't panic, Vince. I'll have you out in a jiffy.
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384. - What you starting with him for? Dig me out.
- Too late for you.
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385. - Vince precious flower.
- Bollo, have you got anything for my face?
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386. Beans or coleslaw?
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387. Ah, there it is!
I can scarcely believe my powerful peeper.
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388. It does exist. Take a look, Stu.
The Fountain of Youth.
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389. Wow, it look different, boss.
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390. Well, they've done it all up, haven't they?
It's all Ikea now, boy.
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391. There it is!
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392. The magic H20 comes cascading
out of this showerhead.
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393. And when liberally applied to my thin green body,
it will restore me to my former glory.
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394. - And beauty, mind.
- Yeah, nice one.
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395. We're getting closer. It's not too far now.
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396. I've got a bad feeling about this.
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397. Yeah, you've always got a bad feeling,
haven't you?
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398. Shut up, walnut face.
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399. Hey, they're coming, boss.
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400. Hey, how did that happen?
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401. Don't you worry about it, boy.
I've got one last trick up my Lambeth sleeve.
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402. Oh, evil tree,
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403. go about your wicked foul business.
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404. I am evil tree.
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405. Aah!
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406. Prepare to meet your doom.
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407. Don't anyone panic.
It'll be all right as long as we stick together.
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408. Oh, thanks a lot, Howard.
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409. I've got an idea.
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410. Come here, you little dresser.
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411. You little posh cabinet.
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412. Pop your little drawers out.
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413. Pop out your little drawers.
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414. Shit.
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415. Prepare to meet your doom.
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416. - Sand!
- You'd better believe it. Hold these.
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417. Oh!
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418. Prepare to die, tree.
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419. - Wait! Perhaps we are not so different.
- What?
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420. - Well, I am made of wood.
- So?
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421. - And you are made of sandpaper.
- And?
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422. - Paper comes from wood.
- What?
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423. If you kill me, you are killing yourself.
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424. Nice try.
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425. - Wait!
- I'm going to smooth you. Smooth you down.
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426. No!
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427. - Wait! A little to the left.
- I am a DIY demon.
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428. I'll be back to varnish you later,
you little pine tart.
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429. Thank you.
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430. - See you, Sand.
- Bye, guys.
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431. Who was that wanker?
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432. Ooh! Hey!
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433. I'm a cockney flower, watch me shower. Ha ha!
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434. I can feel myself getting younger.
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435. Each droplet taking me back to puberty.
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436. I'm a cockney, I'm a cockney.
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437. - It's too late.
- Not quite.
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438. Oh, it burns!
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439. I'm melting. I'm burning. No!
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440. You've liquefied me, you slags.
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441. Nice work, Naboo.
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442. Cheers.
If only the King was here, he'd be so proud.
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443. Perhaps the King is closer than you think.
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444. - Who's that?
- It is I, the King.
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445. - All right, King.
- Naboo.
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446. - Nice hair.
- Thanks.
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447. What do you use?
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448. - Root booster.
- Seaweed.
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449. I just leave mine natural. Howard Moon.
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450. Well done, Naboo. You have defeated
the evil cockney and averted great disaster.
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451. Come, reign with me.
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452. We shall enjoy a full range of lentil-based dishes
and listen to folk music every night.
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453. Actually, I've got stuff on.
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454. Let's get out of here.
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455. Oh, well. Fare thee well, Naboo.
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456. I came as quickly as I could.
I heard there was great trouble in the forest.
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457. Have you ever thought of investing in a watch?
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458. - What time is it?
- It's 4:00.
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459. Shit, I've got to pick up the kids.
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460. What a berk.
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461. I can't believe we went all the way there
and didn't even get any youth juice.
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462. - What do you think this is?
- No way.
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463. - Shave off a couple of years, eh?
- Genius. Give us a go.
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464. What's it like?
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465. - Oh, it's tasty.
- That's enough, that's enough.
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466. - I'm the one that's like a flipping walnut.
- All right, testicle head.
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467. - That better not be what I think it is.
- What if it is?
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468. You idiots, you're not supposed to drink it.
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469. - Is that milk warm, yet?
- I can't tell really. My elbow, too hairy.
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470. - Oh, no!
- What?
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471. I think Howard's done a little mistake in his pants.
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472. # I love the Chosen One
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473. # I think that he is number one
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474. # I love the Chosen One
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475. # Loving him is so much fun
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476. # I love him in the night
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477. # I love him with my body tight
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478. # I love the Chosen One
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479. # I stick my fingers up his... #
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480. That's enough music for tonight.
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481. No more music.
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482. Ow!
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