Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, this place is so crowded.
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Ha-ha!
(sighs)
-I was 19. -I'm eight and I get it.
Wait, wait, wait!
"...up to myself." Hmm.
You want to hold my gun?
we'll know you really love us.
Oh, Lisa, honey, I'm worried you'll get too attached.
(overlapping chatter)
I'll just have faith in this town's open heart.
Well, why didn't you just say that?
I didn't want to slap across the face.
Not just Christians but Hindus and Buddhists.
peace and love.
Well, why don't they make that a Google Doodle?
(quietly): Oh, no. No, Lisa, don't.
Oh, Hittites... worse than the Canaanites!
Oh, you haven't heard the worst one.
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No one must know.
Stop this revelry!
I never got so much off my chest.
Glad to have known you.
We've mobbed for less, people.