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| Oh, you're just jealous, Sal. You want some too, don'tcha big boy? | |
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| Bob, as district manager, I have to point out your hurtful comments to Big Sal. And you should toss that drink NOW, mister! | |
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| Toss a single malt? Are you mad, man?! A single malt is to be savored, like a fine woman, my friend! | |
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| Bob, according to the manual from the distric manager, you're been drinking on the job. He says you've been savoring drink like a fine woman. | |
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| Oh, bish, how would you know? Now why don't you pour us some sacrement and let's have a little "host" and cheese, huh? | |
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