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These bikers aren't the problem in this town; it's your kids.
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They're a bunch of animals.
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Yeah, lady! Control your kids.
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Oh, it is your kids who cannot be controlled.
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She's right. I'm out of control.
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Oh, why don't you go fart in a phone booth!
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All right, Lin, calm down.
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You tell this hussy to calm down.
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Yeah, calm it, hussy!
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Do not call my wife a whore.
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Oh, I will not calm it.
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Lin, stop...