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We got through this pageant. Give me some presents.

You know, I think I figured out why you're so cranky.

All my goyim friends Are making up their lists

And all my goyim friends Get some pretty sweet gifts

We've got a lot of work to do.

I'm not going back.

This is the first I'm hearing of it.

But the rest home was keeping you alive.

Christmas, 1975.

Don't worry, Rallo.

Come on, Pop, you're never too old to hit your son.

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How could you have let him treat your son that way?

But, Murray, you could die.

...and the next day, you only own one pair of shoes.