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Okay, we're gonna block all the spots in front of the restaurant.
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You ready? Go!
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Go away! This street's haunted.
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Bobby, they're everywhere. We're outnumbered.
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I told you we should've had more children!
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I'm just gonna let you tire yourself out.
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Gene, stop. This was a terrible idea.
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Plan B, dad! I'm slashing tires!
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No! Then they'll never leave.
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I'll poison the tires.
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Come on, you can't park here!
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Oh, my God. Randy?