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Oh, yeah, by the way, that's another thing.
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How the fuck can you shoot like that?
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Who the hell are you?
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My father was a gun maker.
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I could shoot a gun before I could walk.
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Whatever. I'm sick to my stomach. My stomach is in knots.
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You're worked up, that's what it is. Let's get a drink.
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Come on.
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Hey! It's our sweet young couple.
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Could I interest you folks in some Wildroot Cream-Oil?
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People die at the fair.
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People die at the fair.