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| Nah, happens all the time. Somebody else's blood splatters on me. Hey, wait a minute. You're right. You made me bleed my own blood. |
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| I'll get you after school, man. |
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| I'm gonna' get you again tomorrow, Simpson. |
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| I didn't vote. Voting's for geeks. |
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| So burn the flag if you must. But before you do you better burn a few other things. You better burn your shirt and your pants. Be sure to burn your TV and car. Oh yes, and don't forget to burn your house because none of those things could exist without six white stripes, seven red stripes and a hell of a lot of stars. |
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| Hey Bart, where's your loser mobile? |
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| The Flaming Homer? You mean the Flaming Moe. And your dad didn't invent it ya' wus. Moe the bartender did. |
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| Well done, Old Man. |
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| Hey Simpson, what are you tryin' to play?... Oh yeah, well it sounds Polly Wolly Crappy. Hah hah! Burn. |
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