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I always knew she'd be needed one more time.
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You go on. We'll let them have her.
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You're coming too.
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You were right, Arthur.
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It doesn't matter how Santa's gift gets there.
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Doesn't even matter if it's Mr. Postman in his spaceship.
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As long as it gets there.
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You made it happen, lad. No one got left out.
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Get off.
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Now, do as I say.
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They're firing on us!
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A death ray! Made of chocolate