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"Please, John, don't ruin a wonderful evening!"
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"That's the sort of thing we're trying to discourage."
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"Always wait for the red light - then if you get hit you can sue."
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"I don't mind your kissing my daughter, but would you mind not pressing her against the bell?" |
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"It IS a violin!" |
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"Why don't you ask HER to iron your shirts for you?"
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"Hello, Peter. You can go to hell now." |
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"At your age, Louise, I was living it - not reading it." |
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"William, don't your own parents mean anything to you?" |
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"When I'm reasoning with you, you shut up!" |
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"Don't do that again, Mother...I promise to write you more often." |
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"F'God's sake, stop thinking about women, sir. You're breaking my eardrums!" |
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"Phooey!" |
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"See? It ain't no dog howling!" |
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"O. K. honey –– let the landlord in!"" |
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