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- Right, my brother? - I'm an amphibian.
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Ain't no shame in that...
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Are you sure you're fit for duty there, soldier?
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What?
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Well, you gotta a little something in your eye there...
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Oh, that! That there is conjunctivitis, sir. It's hereditary.
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Oh... I'm glad to hear it ain't contageous.
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Now, just wait a cotton pickin' minute!
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A posse ain't no place for a...
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Never mind.
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Hold on there, little sister.
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Someone's gonna have to look after the town while I'm gone.