1. I'm feeling sick.
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2. We better turn around and go home.
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3. What's wrong, honey?
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4. I got the D.T.'s.
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5. Milo, that's a mommy illness.
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6. Come on.
There's nothing to be nervous about.
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7. Parent-teacher night is two hoots
and a sock full of yowzas.
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8. How do you survive in the world?
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9. I'm not going in. I've just
experienced complete renal failure.
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10. What is it, son?
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11. Sort of.
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12. Do you have to wear
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13. You look like a Robin Hood
PEZ dispenser.
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14. Biff and Chip are super,
super, super individuals.
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15. It's a privilege to have them
on my ball club.
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16. And how are they doing scholastically?
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17. Well, Biff has a lot of potential
but no initiative.
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18. And Chip has a lot of initiative
but no potential.
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19. Either way, they're ahead of the game.
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20. The doctors were sure one of them
would shrivel up and fall off.
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21. - Hi. Tab and Scooter.
- Peggy's parents.
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22. Well, isn't that magical?
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23. I voted yes on Prop 42.
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24. Good. We certainly need
a new sewer system.
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25. All the other parents are so cool.
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26. I lucked out. My parents can't come.
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27. - They got typhus.
- It's getting late.
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28. Maybe my parents won't
make it to our class.
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29. Get away from me.
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30. Hear about the man
who fell into the lens grinder?
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31. He made a spectacle of himself.
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32. Stop. I'll wet my pants.
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33. Helga, I want you
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35. My big boy in the fourth grade.
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36. Seems like only yesterday, I was
wiping your poopy little fanny.
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37. And his diaper rash.
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38. He'd be raw from knees to nipples.
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39. That is some nasty grub.
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40. I thought you kids at least got
some decent meals at school.
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41. Due to limited funding, our stove
was purchased secondhand...
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42. from the Haitian navy.
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43. Why don't some of these
rich parents buy a new stove?
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44. Actually, the hill children
have catered meals brought in.
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45. Well, la-di-da.
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46. Oh, your little desk, Milo.
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47. Mom, you're too big to—
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48. - Hey, look, an organ!
- Dad, no!
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49. Come on, sing with me!
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50. Now just the gals!
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51. At least the worst day
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52. Not quite. Monday's the first
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53. and you know what that means.
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54. We all get judged by our new wardrobes.
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55. Could it get any worse?
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56. Get it off! Get if off!
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57. Get it off! Get if off!
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58. Sorry, Milo. Money's a little tight.
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59. So you'll have to wear
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60. Mom, the armpits smell...
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61. and there's four of them.
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62. Hey, that's our only shirt.
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63. You can't even take a nap around here.
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64. - Can I at least get some new shoes?
- I'll be happy to cobble you up a new pair.
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65. Why don't you go to the woodpile
and pick out a nice log?
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66. I don't want log shoes.
I want store-bought.
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67. Now, Milo, I've never had
a new pair of shoes in my life.
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68. Maybe I could wear this hat.
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69. There it is.
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70. My golf pantlet.
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71. I'm tired of hauling my own weight.
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72. Let's take the escalator.
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73. On second thought, there's a lot
of good shops on the first floor.
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74. Look, they've got Tommy Vinegar!
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75. May I help you?
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76. Could you suggest anything that will
divert attention from my buttocks?
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77. - A world war?
- You're funny.
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78. You're also old.
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79. Soon you will be dead.
Then we dig up your grave...
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80. and make your corpse do embarrassing
things à la Weekend at Bernie's.
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81. This is exactly what I want.
How much are these?
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82. Four hundred dollars.
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83. Look at this.
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84. This would look so cute on you.
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85. No, on you.
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86. Let's all buy the same things
and borrow each other's clothes.
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87. Will that be cash or charge?
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88. Right, right.
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89. Charge, of course.
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90. Those boys are spitting.
It's so disgusting.
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91. Good loogie, Jared.
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92. Excellent texture.
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93. - I got gum on my new shoes.
- You can have your maid scrape it off.
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94. No, then I'd have to go in
that creepy room she lives in.
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95. Forget these.
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96. Wow. Michael Jumps-a-Lots!
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97. I'm keeping them.
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98. An unconscious kid.
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99. I'm keeping him.
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100. - Morning, honey.
- You got a little milk mustache there.
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101. These are spectacular shoes.
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102. It's probably best not to wear those
today, son. It's raining cats and dogs.
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103. Oh, no!
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104. Actually, it's raining rain.
I'm just busting your chops.
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105. Mom, where do we keep
my wet-weather gear?
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106. Honey, I don't even know
where we keep the bread.
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107. Oh, well, nothing can hurt
Michael Jumps-a-Lots.
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108. They're handmade
by highly-skilled Chinese babies.
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109. These will keep you dry, sweetie.
Trash-bag poncho...
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110. and sandwich-bag galoshes.
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111. There you go.
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112. Please, God, bring the lightning.
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113. - You've got a bucket on your head.
- Really? I wasn't aware.
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114. What a loser.
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115. Yeah, with a capital "loo."
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116. Let's shove him in something.
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117. Hey, cool lid.
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118. - What did he say?
- Funzie likes Milo's bucket.
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119. And he's way cool.
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120. I'll be in my office.
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121. Why do we think he's cool again?
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122. I can't believe anyone thought that stupid
bucket you wore yesterday was cool.
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123. Yeah. No one even noticed
I finally shaved my pits.
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124. Why is everyone wearing buckets?
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125. Because we're bucketheads.
It's the latest thing.
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126. I know. I invented it.
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127. Stop lying. And if you wear one now,
you'll just be copying us.
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128. - But I was the first—
- Copying.
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129. - But I wore—
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130. - It was—
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131. The Debbies stole the bucket thing.
I was cool for 20 seconds.
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132. I can't go back. I won't.
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133. Milo, being cool isn't all
that it's cracked up to be.
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134. Take my word for it.
I hung with a hip crowd in high school.
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135. Right, when you were dating
Mr. Fancy-Pants, Tommy Vinegar.
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136. You dated Tommy Vinegar?
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137. Yeah, he was one of my boy toys.
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138. Mommy used to have no shame.
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139. Why didn't you marry him?
Then we'd be rich.
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140. - We wouldn't have to live in this hellhole.
- I'll tell you why she didn't marry him.
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141. She met the funkmaster general.
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142. That's right. Your old man had
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143. and a fro you wouldn't believe.
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144. Thanks for the ride, dudes.
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145. Dang, I was fly.
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146. Then how did you get so lame?
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147. It happens.
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148. Mom, if you hung with Tommy Vinegar,
then you must be cool. School me.
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149. There's nothing to school.
It's all attitude.
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150. It's not what you wear.
It's how you wear it.
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151. There. Now it's not just a bucket,
it's a ham bucket.
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152. Is that cool?
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153. You tell me, hotshot.
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154. I am one styling mofo.
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155. What's that goober wearing
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156. It's a ham. How lame.
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157. Yeah, but if it's so lame,
how come he's acting so cool?
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158. Don't you know?
Ham buckets are the newest thing.
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159. I'm getting one today.
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160. Who's your designer, Milo?
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161. Some beyotch. Swing by my crib
après school, and I'll hook you up.
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162. Bitchen move.
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163. My spine!
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164. Either I am really smashed, or you
and your friends look exactly alike.
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165. We want ham buckets.
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166. Who the hell are you, and what
in God's name is a ham bucket?
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167. Mom, you created them.
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168. I'll pay you whatever you want.
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169. Biff, Chip, run to the store
and get me 50 buckets and 50 yams.
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170. Hams, Mom.
Who would wear a yam?
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171. - Fifty dollars.
- Fifty bones?
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172. I ain't got that kind of scratch.
I work for a living, lady.
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173. For Milo's little friends,
they're on the house.
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174. But they'll cheapen the coolness factor.
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175. Do you want another spanking
like last night?
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176. - Mom, that wasn't me. That was Dad.
- That's none of your business.
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177. - Enjoy.
- Thank you, Mrs. Oblong.
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178. May the road always rise up
to meet you. May—
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179. You go play now.
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180. Mine's too small.
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181. Try this.
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182. Perfect. I've never felt prettier
than with this garbage can on my head.
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183. The irony is even within my grasp.
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184. This is a special treat, kids...
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185. thanks to your mother
selling all those buckets.
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186. Okay, everyone ready?
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187. My Lord, It's a Maori warrior.
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188. Honey, do we have
our Land camera in the car?
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189. Dad, he's our waiter.
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190. We like beef dinner.
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191. You know, moo!
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192. Beef. Good.
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193. I'm getting the manager.
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194. Man, I wish we could eat
decent food like this every day.
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195. I wish you could too, but that would
involve me and the kitchen...
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196. and I'm just not seeing it.
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197. But I haven't grown in two years.
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198. Well, unless you count this.
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199. Hey, wait. If I can come up
with a few more fashion ideas...
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200. I could earn enough
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201. All right!
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202. Promise you won't forget about this
when the martinis wear off.
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203. Kids, they never wear off.
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204. Hey, Milo, what's that on your back?
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205. My mom's latest design.
It's a ham backpack, or ham-pack.
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206. Wow, that is so rad.
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207. - Oh, my God. I love it.
- It's totally cute.
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208. It's all for the ladies.
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209. I hate that Ob-dong's
become so cool.
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210. But I have no mind of my own,
so I simply have to accept it.
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211. Hey, Milo, you wanna go loiter
at the A to Zed with the in-crowd?
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212. Are you kidding?
This is everything I've ever wanted.
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213. That was kind of a gayer response
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214. Actually, he has an emergency
clubhouse meeting.
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215. Yeah, we've located a slug
the size of a cucumber.
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216. And we have to vote
on what to smash it with.
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217. I got a better idea.
Why don't you come with us?
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218. No way, dude. They're losers.
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219. Well, you heard the man.
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220. Here, Milo, take this scooter.
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221. No one's using it.
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222. But, Milo, I thought we were your posse.
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223. I'm sorry, really. I'm a wreck about this.
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224. Let's kick it.
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225. Wanna go smash a slug?
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226. Milo, now that you're
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227. I was wondering
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228. I've got 30 stone of digestive biscuits
moldering in the back.
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229. If you were to be spied nibbling one,
they might sell a little more briskly.
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230. Oh, yeah, I'm up in it.
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231. Endorsement denied.
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232. I declare this place uncool.
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233. As well as all of England
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234. Oh, bollocks.
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235. But, Milo, you haven't
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236. Oh, fiddly-pip,
When will you assimilate?
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237. Could someone move all this crap
so I can park my wheels?
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238. It's not crap.
It's my new body spray.
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239. A light floral scent in a ham base.
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240. I call it Jambon.
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241. Would you give your father a hand?
He's having some trouble stirring.
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242. No can do.
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243. I'm going to a rave
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244. thrown by some scary guy
nobody knows.
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245. Well, as long as you're going,
why don't you spritz on some Jambon?
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246. It'll get people interested.
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247. I need a scent that will take
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248. And this stops just short of dusk.
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249. Plus it smells like ham.
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250. - Endorsement denied.
- What?
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251. Milo, do I have to remind you the money's
going to buy a stove for your cafeteria?
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252. I don't eat there anymore. I'm too cool.
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253. Milo, you wouldn't be cool
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254. Mamacita, I think
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255. Your designs wouldn't be cool
if I hadn't worn them.
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256. You're just like Tommy Vinegar.
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257. I made him cool too.
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258. Uppity bitch-boy.
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259. I don't need anyone's help to be cool,
and I'll prove it.
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260. I'm gonna launch my own line of threads.
That's what I call clothes.
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261. Milo.
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262. Pickles, dear.
I believe I'm being rendered.
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263. Then we're all agreed. Milo is
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264. and loses all member privileges,
which include climbing the tree...
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265. sitting on the box
and staring out the window.
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266. Et tu, Peggy?
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267. Well, well.
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268. A dog always returns to its vomit.
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269. - Wait a minute.
- Never mind. Big news.
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270. I've decided to launch
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272. Why should we help you when
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273. I'll make you cool.
After all, I did it for me.
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274. He's got a point.
A bigger dork there never was.
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275. Okay, here's the dealio.
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276. I'm gonna have my fashion show
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277. But that's when your mother
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278. I know. I'm gonna blast her
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279. - It's the clash of the titans.
- Okay, here's what we're gonna to do.
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280. I have a very large pot
suitable for hot tar...
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281. or boiling oil or a seafood gumbo.
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282. What do we need that for?
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283. It's just that it was rather pricey,
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285. Never mind.
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286. I am worried about Milo.
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287. Being popular has really
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288. Oh, he's probably just afraid of becoming
a fuddy-duddy like his old man.
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289. Sweetheart,
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290. there are more important things
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291. There are, aren't there?
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292. Like getting down off a stool
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293. That's my Bob.
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294. Blaine, Jared,
Debbie, Debbie, Debbie!
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295. How come he got two fruity kisses
and I only got one?
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296. It is part of the enigma that is Milo.
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297. Okay, everybody, it's showtime.
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298. You cruel bastard.
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299. Helga, stop eating your fringe.
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300. You shouldn't have made it out of bacon.
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301. Okay, let's go, let's go!
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302. My first design is a cocktail dress
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303. Koala bear! Koala bear!
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304. Sorry about that, mate.
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305. And now Mikey is a silvery vision of...
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These versatile tinfoil pants...
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307. are perfect for spring, summer...
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308. or lining the drip pan in your oven.
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309. And now in a stylish
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310. I give you Helga.
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311. - What?
- Please, God...
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312. someone poke my eyes out!
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313. This is stupid.
Your stuff sucks, Milo.
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314. To think I let you kiss
the air next to my cheek.
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315. Kiss this, Milo.
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316. Wait. We haven't even
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317. That's for saying "cruisewear."
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318. Hey, cool beak.
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319. Hey, Funzie likes her beak.
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320. Quick, to the beak store.
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321. Where are all our customers?
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322. Surely everyone saw the one-line
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323. in the "et cetera" section
of our local PennySaver.
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324. Maybe they don't wanna
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325. That's their problem. I think it's two
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326. It's over. Everyone hated my designs.
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327. Oh, I'm sorry, honey.
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328. I tried to warn you. The problem
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329. Yeah, it blows with the wind.
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330. Much like the dreaded hantavirus.
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331. Hello, Pickles.
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332. Tommy Vinegar?
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333. Tommy? What are you doing here?
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334. I was paper-training my bichon frise...
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336. I wrote that advert.
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337. Pickles, how wonderful.
You married a Weeble.
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338. So, let me get a whiff
of this body spray.
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339. That is an eye-watering stink.
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340. I don't give a rat's heinie
what you think. I like it.
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341. Your blasé attitude suggests
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342. Therefore, I shall buy your product
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343. I'll just carry these vats out
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344. Hey, there's enough here
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345. with just enough left over
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346. Now I see what you mean
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347. But how do you not care
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348. Well, I am married to a great guy...
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350. And you all think I'm cool,
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351. So you're saying I should marry Dad?
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352. You just ruined what could have been
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353. Should we hug anyway?
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354. - I don't care.
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