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He's with me.
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Come outside, please.
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Now, wait a minute. Sit down, Zero.
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His papers are in order.
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I cross-referenced them
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myself with the Bureau of Labor and Servitude.
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You can't arrest him simply because he's a bloody immigrant.
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He hasn't done anything wrong.
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Stop it, damn you!
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Never mind, Monsieur Gustave! Let them proceed!
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Ow! That hurts!
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You filthy, goddamn, pock-marked, fascist assholes!