1. It's Oblong on a breakaway.
He shoots, he scores!
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2. Boys, do you mind?
I'm trying to work here.
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3. Don't look at me. I'm just reading
Gigantic Ass magazine.
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4. Biff, why can't you be more like your
brother and quietly read pornography?
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5. I prefer to stay focused on the manliness
of sports.
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6. Coach always says: heart, obedience,
motivation, opportunity.
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7. - H-O-M-O.
- That spells "homo."
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8. You don't know how to spell.
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9. Well, I guess I'd better get to work and
stuff these beauties in the suggestion box.
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10. Dad, you've been doing that for 20 years.
Have they ever used one of your ideas?
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11. Nope, not a one.
But they weren't as good as these:
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12. Midday karaoke break, stolen office
supply amnesty, payless Fridays.
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13. Yep, today Bob Oblong begins his meteoric
rise to the top.
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14. I hope you don't trade me
in for a trophy wife...
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15. with a full head of hair
and a functioning liver.
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16. Not on your life, you bald Venus.
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17. Morning, Mom, Dad.
I'm gonna skip breakfast.
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18. I wanna get to school early and learn,
learn, learn.
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19. You sure you're not gonna stop and play
video games?
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20. Goodness no, Father.
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21. Oh, by the way, can I have
all your quarters?
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22. I lost a paternity suit.
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23. Milo, be careful with those video games.
Addiction runs in the family.
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24. You know your father's a chocoholic.
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25. Hello, Gunther? I slipped again.
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26. - Die, zombie!
- Kill the zombie!
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27. - Kill him!
- Yes! Direct hit!
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28. I'm almost at the highest level.
Somebody give me a quarter.
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29. Sorry, I'm saving up for the new
Harlequin Romance...
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30. The Pirate and the Fat Housewife
with the High School Education.
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31. I blew all mine on souvlakia.
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32. No!
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33. Forget it, Milo. The game is a gyp.
This is but the blood of a donkey.
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34. She-donkey.
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35. Milo, in recognition of all the money
you've squandered here...
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36. - ... allow me to comp you a sports drink.
- Cool.
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37. "Das Boost."
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38. Das good.
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39. It's just sugar water, but daft buggers
like this spend a right bob on it.
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40. Go back to France, you stupid Kraut.
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41. Bob, eh? How much is that in quarters?
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42. Ah, Oblong. Another batch of suggestions.
Good, it's a little chilly in here today.
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43. The suggestion box empties into
the furnace?
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44. You've single-handedly kept this factory
warm for over 20 years.
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45. But I've been hoping for a promotion.
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46. Oh, come on, Oblong.
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47. and there's large chunks
of you missing.
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48. But, sir, this company should reward
hard work and initiative.
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49. Great idea.
Pop that in the suggestion box.
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50. Get your overpriced sugar water here!
Looks like pee, tastes like crap.
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51. Maybe we shouldn't say,
"Tastes like crap."
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52. Milo, these days you need a slick marketing
campaign to succeed.
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53. You don't sell the steak,
you sell the sizzle.
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54. Please, not over the bowl.
But you're right.
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55. We need a great name
and a catchy slogan.
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56. How about "Supersonic Seltzer"?
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57. Well, this batch is ruined.
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58. Step right up, folks.
Don't panic, get Manic.
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59. Easy, Milo. There's two pounds
of sugar in every bottle.
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60. You're pretty hyper as it is.
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61. Thanks for your concern, Helga,
but I think I know my limit.
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62. Hey, sir, try some Manic.
It's the hot new energy drink.
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63. When you're done, your wife can put
flowers in the bottle.
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64. Not married?
Good-looking guy like you?
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65. What do you say, want a bottle?
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66. Think about it while I chew
on your antenna.
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67. I'm sold.
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68. Everyone loves Manic. I even sold a bottle
to Mrs. Conway, the diabetic...
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69. and a six-pack to the paramedics
who rushed her to the hospital.
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70. I'm so proud of my little capitalist.
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71. Hey, where are Biff and Chip?
The dog's eating their dinner.
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72. They each drank some Manic and now they
can't stop jitterbugging.
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73. Today in school I made a macaroni
pencil holder.
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74. Maybe tomorrow you can make your daddy
a macaroni shattered-dreams holder.
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75. Better yet, hollow out one of these peas so
I'll have some place to keep my dignity.
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76. - So how was work today, sweetie?
- I found out my career is over.
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77. I'll never be promoted.
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78. Oh, baby, your day will come.
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79. Here, Dad, some Manic will cheer you up.
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80. Here, have some more.
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81. Milo, you're gonna kill him.
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82. Jeez, you're really working
fast there, Bob.
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83. Just doing my dead-end job.
Tote that barge. Lift that bale.
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84. Yes, sir, Mr. Klimer. Promotion?
No, sir, I don't truck with that.
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85. I just wanna work for the man.
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86. I see you're drinking one of those
new energy drinks.
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87. - Mind if I try it?
- Go ahead. I've got a whole case.
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88. Wow! Manic, huh?
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89. The name alone makes me feel
full of pep and vitality.
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90. Pep and vitality?
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91. I've experienced pep,
and I've experienced vitality...
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92. but never have I experienced pep
and vitality.
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93. - I like that.
- Can I try some?
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94. - Wow, how about me?
- What's that?
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95. - What happened?
- We're done.
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96. We finished today's quota.
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97. I heard a joyous refrain.
What the hell's wrong?
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98. We've capped every bottle, sir.
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99. We've turned out enough poison to kill
every living thing on the planet.
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100. Sweet. Let's see those pantywaists
down in anthrax pull that off.
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101. - And it's all thanks to Manic.
- Don't panic, get Manic!
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102. A sports drink did all this?
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103. "Manic," brilliant name. Love the slogan.
Who makes this?
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104. Well, I'll be an unwashed immigrant.
"An Oblong product."
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105. Oblong, you're a genius.
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106. - What? Oh, no, sir. You see—
- I was wrong about you.
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107. Maybe you have what it takes to rise above
the rest of these morons.
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108. They're getting worse.
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109. Sit down, Bob. Relax.
Here, have a cigar.
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110. So, what is it you—?
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111. Mrs. Halifax, you know the drill.
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112. Bob, I'll get right to the point.
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113. I want Manic for Globocide.
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114. - Actually, sir, it's not really mine to give.
- You're a cunning negotiator, Bob.
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115. Nads of steel. Tell you what I'll do...
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116. you give me Manic,
and I'll make you an executive.
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117. An executive? With an office?
And responsibility?
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118. And a weighted tape dispenser?
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119. But you let me take credit
with the boys upstairs.
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120. So, what do you say?
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121. I say move over, Mrs. Halifax.
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122. All right. Here we go, now.
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123. Sweetie, you're getting your butt
in the gravy.
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124. I'm just so excited. I'm white-collar.
I'll have to buy a whole new wardrobe.
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125. How late does Baby Gap stay open?
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126. This is so cool.
We're gonna be upper-lower class.
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127. I'll be a magnet for poor chicks.
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128. What a day! Dad gets promoted,
and I sell more Manic than ever.
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129. That's right. You have a sports drink
called Manic.
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130. Hey, you know, Globocide is coming out
with a sports drink called Manic.
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131. Coincidence? I think not.
I mean, I think so.
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132. - But that'll put me out of business.
- You don't need to sell Manic, son.
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133. I'm quadrupling your allowance.
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134. You can play video games until you're
a brain-dead meat puppet.
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135. I love you, Dad!
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136. I always knew you'd succeed, dear.
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137. And you did it the old-fashioned way,
with hard work and honesty.
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138. - And honesty.
- You said "honesty" twice.
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139. Well, I guess it's because you're
so honest.
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140. - My honest Bob.
- I wonder if you could stop saying that.
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141. Me, a valley guy, at the Hill Valley
Country Club. Who'd have thunk it?
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142. By the way, you don't celebrate
that Yom Kippur, do you?
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143. - No, sir. Why?
- Not important.
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144. So, what's your handicap?
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145. Well, I don't really think of it
as a handicap.
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146. - I mean, what do you shoot?
- Oh. In the low thousands.
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147. So, Oblong, where did you come up
with the idea for Manic?
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148. You know, a little spitballing,
blue-skying—
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149. - That's a God-awful lie!
- What?
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150. My ball. It bounced off
that groundskeeper's skull.
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151. It's a terrible lie.
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152. Dad, how could you steal my idea?
And what is up with those pants?
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153. My God, I'm a monster.
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154. Come now, we've all gotten used to it.
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155. Fraud. Milo.
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156. Idea thief.
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157. I can't take it anymore, Pickles.
The truth must be told.
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158. All right, all right! I'm the one
who farted and ruined Christmas.
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159. Mr. Klimer, I have to talk to you.
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160. Oblong. Just got the okay to start
manufacturing Manic.
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161. I'm the new golden boy.
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162. They named a sandwich after me
in the commissary.
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163. That should be my son's sandwich.
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164. Milo, I brought you here to set things
right. I stole your idea for Manic.
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165. I'm sorry. I just wanted to be a success.
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166. It's okay, Dad.
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167. They think I created Manic.
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168. Gentlemen, you've been summoned
by the board of directors.
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169. Little boy, you created Manic?
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170. Sir, this is all my fault.
Please don't blame my son.
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171. Blame him? He may very well be
the Corporate Messiah.
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172. - What now?
- The Corporate Messiah.
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173. The founder of Globocide, J.P. Globo,
foretold that he would reincarnate...
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174. as a skillet-faced child and lead us
to record profits.
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175. All this because of Manic?
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176. It's nothing but sugar, Pixie Stix
and hummingbird food.
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177. Exactly. People like Manic because
of the label, the name, the slogan.
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178. You're a marketing genius.
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179. A kid of Oblong's?
Don't make me laugh.
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180. Because you're so funny, and charming
and sexy.
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181. Shut up, Klimer.
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182. My son, the Corporate Messiah?
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183. Not so fast.
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184. First he must prove himself
by passing the test.
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185. Milo, stop fooling around
with the company mascot.
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186. You have a test to take.
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187. Which among these pens
was J.P. Globo's favorite?
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188. This one.
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189. I'm sorry. It was this one,
the third from the left.
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190. No, wait. Look.
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191. I told the maid a thousand times,
"Don't move the sacred objects."
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192. Hail, Milo. Hail, Milo. Hail, Milo.
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193. Hail, Satan.
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194. Sorry. Got swept up in the moment.
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195. The Corporate Messiah?
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196. It's true. He picked the pen, and he's
got the skillet head and everything.
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197. If he thinks we'll treat him differently,
he can kiss our three-cheeked ass.
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198. - Yeah, kiss it.
- Kiss it. Get him down there. Pucker up.
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199. Boys, stop making
the Corporate Messiah kiss your ass.
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200. Okay, whatever.
He's the Corporate Messiah.
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201. - Let's go pick up dinner.
- It's not quite that simple, dear.
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202. You see, they wanna groom Milo
to become CEO.
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203. So they want him to live
at corporate headquarters.
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204. What? He's just a little boy.
Our little boy.
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205. I know, but Milo's got a chance
to actually make something of himself...
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206. unlike the rest of this family,
who are on a bullet train to Zeroville.
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207. Which, of course, is the last stop
before Success Town.
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208. - Bob, I don't want to give Milo away.
- We're not giving him away.
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209. We're giving him a future.
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210. What about it, son? You wanna make me
the proudest father in the whole world?
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211. - Sure, Dad.
- Attaboy.
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212. You're going to be a great man someday.
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213. Now, go pack your rubber sheet
and let's go.
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214. Milo, let me show you your new home.
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215. - Wait, can't we hug him goodbye?
- Of course you can.
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216. That's what the rubber arms are for.
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217. - We'll miss you, bro.
- I'll miss you too.
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218. - Kick his ass.
- Time to go.
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219. - We love you, Milo.
- He can't hear you.
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220. I think Milo's suffocating.
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221. Oops, wig in the air duct.
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222. - What are you doing?
- Clearing my trophy case...
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223. for Milo's future awards.
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224. No big deal. All I had in there
was my half-punched ticket...
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225. from the Dairy Queen Sundae Club.
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226. If they hadn't closed, you would've
had that free topping.
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227. Yeah, but enough of my triumphs.
It's Milo's day in the sun.
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228. - Prepare to get soaked.
- Yeah, super soaked.
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229. I must have done something to deserve this.
I accept my punishment with quiet dignity.
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230. - You're doing it wrong.
- Milo always fights back.
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231. Hey, let's go soak Grammy,
at least she gurgles and moans.
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232. I miss Milo.
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233. You push a head that big out your
birth canal, you're changed for life.
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234. I miss the little diablo too,
but we're doing what's best for him.
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235. You're just making it harder on yourself.
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236. Let's get on with the lesson.
Stop fidgeting.
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237. - You're a CEO.
- I'm a CEO with ADD.
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238. Your plant leaked mustard gas
into the community...
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239. and Mike Wallace is outside
your door.
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240. Do you A, close the plant,
B, launch an investigation...
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241. - ... or C, blame it on the foreign guy?
- I wanna play with my friends.
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242. Not allowed.
You'll play with Reynolds from Accounting.
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243. - He's under direct orders to be a hoot.
- Hey there, young fella.
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244. - You wanna toss cards into a hat?
- I wanna play chariot race.
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245. Now I wanna play Ontor.
You're the evil Vartex.
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246. I must atomize your z-rays.
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247. My crusty old nipple!
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248. That's enough. Reynolds has another
play date in Sector D.
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249. Visitor for the Corporate Messiah.
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250. - Mom!
- Hi, sweetie.
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251. - How's everything going?
- Capital. Bullish. In the black.
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252. - Milo, are you happy here?
- Sure.
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253. - I mean, Dad's proud of me, right?
- He's always been proud of you.
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254. Even when I locked him
in that guitar case?
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255. Hey, he got to go to Farm Aid,
didn't he?
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256. Well, I'm gonna make it up to him.
As soon as I'm CEO, I'm giving Dad...
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257. - ... that promotion he's always wanted.
- Time's up.
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258. Milo's due at the big stockholder meeting
to kick off the worldwide launch of Manic.
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259. You'll have a blast, Milo.
There'll be an omelet station.
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260. Bye, Mom.
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261. Bob, we have to talk.
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262. Pickles. Just in time. The inaugural batch
of Manic is coming off the assembly line...
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263. and all thanks to our son.
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264. Bob, this was a big mistake. He's a boy.
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265. He should be out doing the things he loves,
arguing with the mailbox, eating hair.
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266. You can't get to the top without making
some sacrifices.
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267. Don't you get it, Bob?
He's living your dream, not his.
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268. That's a big, fat fib.
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269. Everybody cut, everybody cut
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270. Cut loose
Footloose
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271. Kick off your Sunday shoes
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272. - What's going on?
- New company policy...
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273. midday karaoke break.
I'm fixing to rap.
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274. That was my suggestion,
but it got burned up.
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275. How did they know?
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276. Good Lord, Pickles, you're right.
He is doing all this for me.
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277. How could I have been
such a fiddly, faddily fool?
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278. - Excuse the string of F-words.
- So, what do we do?
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279. Pickles, I want you to go home and move
my pottery wheel out of Milo's room.
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280. - I'm bringing our boy home.
- Yes! My baby's coming home.
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281. And no more lopsided salad bowls.
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282. I've changed my mind.
I want my son back.
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283. Too late. You signed him over to us,
my burrito-shaped friend.
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284. Oh, Lord, what have I done?
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285. - Your presence is not welcome here.
- Activating ejection system.
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286. You haven't heard the last of this!
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287. Thank you.
James, they won't give Milo back.
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288. If only I could convince them he's not
a marketing whiz.
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289. Not now, Bob, we've got trouble.
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290. Why is everyone acting so hinky?
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291. I thought it was because Roland
was singing Hall and Oates...
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292. - ... but it's the Manic.
- The Manic?
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293. The new stuff coming off the line doesn't
work like it's supposed to.
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294. We've all lost that happy feeling.
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295. But it's the same sugar water Milo
was making, only in different bottles.
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296. What could be different?
Aside from the bottles, of course.
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297. - Do you think it's the bottles?
- Do I think what's the bottles?
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298. - What's different.
- That's what we're trying to figure out.
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299. Gadzooks! Maybe it has something to do
with the bottles.
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300. Kids, you've got to tell me where Milo
got the bottles for Manic.
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301. Sorry, that's confidential information
for members only.
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302. Fine, I'll become a member.
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303. First, you must go through
the traditional initiation.
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304. Careful, I walk with that.
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305. Morphine? So you cleaned these bottles
out and filled them with Manic?
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306. Exactly, except for the cleaning out part.
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307. Do you realize what this means?
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308. Milo's not a marketing genius,
He's a drug pusher.
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309. And so, as we prepare to sell this
overpriced belly wash...
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310. - ... to the gullible of many lands—
- Stop! Stop!
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311. I'm coming!
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312. Listen to me.
No one is going to buy Manic.
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313. People only liked it because the original
batch was full of morphine.
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314. No problem, we'll just add morphine.
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315. Never mind.
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316. Now, for your entertainment, the comedy
stylings of Reynolds from Accounting.
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317. So—
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318. Then the boy's not a marketing genius?
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319. Nope, I'm just a plain old
marginally disturbed kid.
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320. Great. Now what do we do with him?
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321. I have a suggestion. You could tear up
his contract and return him to his family.
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322. Capital idea. If only we had a way
to get more suggestions like that.
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323. - You could put up a suggestion box.
- I like it.
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324. Let's keep an eye on him.
He's a comer.
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325. - Did you catch his name?
- Yep, it was Phil Dorchester.
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326. No, it's Bob Oblong.
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327. Oh, well, I'm sure they heard me.
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328. Dad, I hope I do as well as you when I get
into the business world.
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329. Thanks, son.
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330. Morphine. What a rascal.
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