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 | Man, oh, man, I shorely am havin' me a high time visitin' here in New York City! Hot dingedy-dang-dog! Oh, hey, Boy, get me a beer. | |
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| Did you just call me "Boy"? | |
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| Oh, sorry. 'Scuze me, Mr. Negro, will you PLEASE get me a beer? That better now? | |
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| Sorry, sir, we're closed. But there's a bar down the street you'll just love. It's called "The Lubed Backdoor". | |
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| Well, I'll jess go check it out right now! Much obliged, much obliged! | |
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| Oh, you will be, a$$hole. | |
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