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"I've been charged, I've tried building a plot the same way you have. I've tried to figure it out; but, I just have this hunch that something is missing, a tiny piece of the jigsaw. Somebody who should be dead is alive, or somebody who should be alive is already dead."
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Tenebre.
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how 'bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served inna dirty ashtray? Budduskey:i am the motherfucking shore patrol,motherfucker!i am the motherfucking shore patrol!give this man a beer. "Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman. "Get stuffed!" replied the Harlequin, sneering. |
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"The way I feel, I don't expect to go to sleep for a year. I'm on fucking fire!"
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how 'bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served inna dirty ashtray? Budduskey:i am the motherfucking shore patrol,motherfucker!i am the motherfucking shore patrol!give this man a beer. "Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman. "Get stuffed!" replied the Harlequin, sneering. |
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Altered States?
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Right-o.
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how 'bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served inna dirty ashtray? Budduskey:i am the motherfucking shore patrol,motherfucker!i am the motherfucking shore patrol!give this man a beer. "Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman. "Get stuffed!" replied the Harlequin, sneering. |
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"Corporate accounts payable. Nina Speaking. Just a moment."
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I watched Office Space just last night!
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how 'bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served inna dirty ashtray? Budduskey:i am the motherfucking shore patrol,motherfucker!i am the motherfucking shore patrol!give this man a beer. "Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman. "Get stuffed!" replied the Harlequin, sneering. |
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"How about if I wait six weeks to call. I could tell her I found her number while I was cleaning out my wallet, I can't remember where we met. I'll ask her what she looks like and then I'll ask her if we fucked. How about that? Would that be money?"
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how 'bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served inna dirty ashtray? Budduskey:i am the motherfucking shore patrol,motherfucker!i am the motherfucking shore patrol!give this man a beer. "Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman. "Get stuffed!" replied the Harlequin, sneering. |
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