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Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: Yeah. If me and Pippy Longstocking got married what would the children be like?
Brain: (aggitated) No!
Pinky: No matter what they look like, they'll be loved.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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