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You work in it every day!
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Bob, calm down, calm down.
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I'm sorry, dad.
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I'm fine. I'm fine. He did great.
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You did great, Gene.
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A gold medal! Oh, we should get that bronzed!
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Strike three. You're out!
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Torpedo's split-finger skadootch has suddenly started clicking.
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I love that burger of yours, Bob.
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Hey, after the game, let's all go to Bob's Burgers!
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Now that's advertising, huh?
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Ooh, Angel!