Athough nervous, Diantha tries for universal appeal at her first MacCormack Cocktail Party... |
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| Mmmm...Can I get you something...FROM MY PANTS? | |
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| Like one of those teeny tiny hot dogs I know you've got in there? Shut the f#@& up and get me a rum and coke. And don't go stoppin off at the Herman Munster shop for a tune up on that pathetic lid of yours... | |
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| Permission to come aboard, Ma'am? | |
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| OOH...I LOVE SEAMEN! All hands on deck, MATEY! | |
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| So I told the guy: You need more coverage... | |
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| Unless your next words are "Diantha, I beg, you stab me NOW!" I am not listening... | |
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