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Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.
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Absitively posolutely!
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and YOU, Tubby, OFF THE BED!
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My name is Francis. Fran-cis. Not Frank. Not Frankie. Francis.
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Whoa! Chill out, man. I don't eat cats. It's too much fur.
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Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ignacio Alonso Julio Federico De Tito.
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Yeah. Well, it's hard to watch anything when you're getting barbecued, man!
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I hate to break it to ya, but the dynamic duo is now the dynamic *uno*.
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Well, it may be Jenny's *house*, but everything from the doorknobs down is *mine*
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He's a spy, man! Come on, let's eat him! You're dead meat, kitty!
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Consider it a free lesson in street savoir faire from New Yorks coolest quadruped
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All right, that does it, Frankie, man! You insulted my pride! That means death!
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Get away from me, you little bug-eyed creep.
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It's *not*? Well *why* not? What's the problem, Spot? Not good enough for you?
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Naw, I ain't lost my sense of humor! *Kicks the tv and destroys it* See I find...
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Georgette is not going to like this.
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Rise and shine, Georgette. Your public awaits.
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My days are numbered, and the number is three.
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It's newspaper burritos for breakfast again, man.
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And the one about eating cats...
Also "Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall"
"Naw, I ain't lost my sense of humor! *Kicks the tv and it's destroyed in static*
See? I find that funny! Hehehe"
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