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| The boss is dead, Lizzy is taking over the company, and if we don't do anything soon, we may have to do her horrible bidding. | |
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| What, like Laundry? | |
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| No not laundry you horses ass! Like killing other people, there's only one man who can help us.... | |
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| Honey, phone call. | |
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| God, tell Marty I did sleep with Marsha, but I did not PAY for it! | |
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