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Keep the change, ya filthy animal!
Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room!
Surely you can’t be serious! I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley.
I’m just one stomach flu away from my goal weight.
What’s the matter, Colonel Sanders? Chicken?
It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Face it, girls. I’m older, and I have more insurance.