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Oh, Karl, is something terrible about to happen?
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Oh, beyond your imagining.
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This is...
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This is my type of Christmas, huh?
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What's sweet?
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I'm not surprised. It's powdered sugar for the futzenfassen.
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- Pfeffernussen. - Shut up, Kevin.
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Justin, pull yourself together.
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You're pathetic. We've got a job to do.
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Look, Sarah, I don't think this is a good idea.
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Think of it this way, little brother--
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One-fifth of the money dad left her can be yours.