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| Come here often? | |
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| I'm just patrolling the neighborhood. | |
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| You know, I've often wondered . . . what if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home? | |
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| That's very . . . profound. | |
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| Chicks with sticks are hot. | |
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| You're about to know what it feels like to be a woman, mister. | |
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