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Thongs? Earl, you devil.
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That's right, just because there's snow on the roof
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doesn't mean there's not swing in the sling.
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Oh, Caroline, darling. Can you go back over there?
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I forgot my racing form.
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Oh, horse racing? It reminds me of Chestnut.
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Max... Chestnut.
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What's with the sad face?
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Your horse is living it up at a fancy stable nearby.
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Not gone to the great stud farm in the sky.
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Did someone say "stud farm"?
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My fee is $10 a quart or $15 if you want a boy.