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and it has three distinct varieties of inane chatter.

No, Dad, he's grooming him.

And I'm Edward G. Robinson. Waah!

You can't do that, Dad. It's cruel!

- [ Grunting ] - Mmm, caramel.

We appreciate you coming down, but, look, kid.

Well hot dog, we have a weiner

[ Sighs ] They're having a great time, and I'm stuck in here.

You all thought I was mad.

who's to say what's right these days...

I think they're trying to get some attention.

but I insisted we spend two hours every morning training for it.

They stole our uniforms, guns and Tasers!

I’ll pay you money

Dad, feline means cat.

"You load 1 6 tons and what do you get "

I only have two questions: How much? And give it to me.

Or double-ply windows. They look just like regular windows...

[ Homer Blabbering ]

- [ Grunts ] Stampy! - [ Trumpets ]

Bart, with $1 0,000, we'd be millionaires!

I don't have time to read it. Just give me the gist of it, Son.

And, like most people, yeah, I've dealt a little ivory.

[ Wiggum ] No, no, no, don't!

[ Laughs ] Attaboy, Stampy. Butt him once for me.

[ Bell Ringing ]

I love that. Reminds me of elephants.

I guess it wouldn't be right to sell Stampy...

Es y no es... Usted me entiende

[ Grunts, Breathing Heavily ]

That animal of yours is certainly bad-tempered.

He took Bart too? That wasn't part of our deal, Blackheart!