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I ain't going in there with that old, ugly white woman.
- Did you hear yourself just now? - Yeah. Did you bring the cigarettes?
I ain't scared. Why are you so anxious for me to get an X-ray anyway?
I don't care who you are. Don't cough on me.
But I'm glad you're home. You want me to fix you some lunch, son?
What'd you go and have a will made for?
Now, a cigarette is three inches long.
with his glasses on and his eyes closed.
that's 3,650 feet of cigarette a year.
- Stop it. - All right, Mr. Sanford...
Get over there and get those glasses. There's nothing wrong with you.
Oh, Pop, you can't get TB. From an X-ray machine.
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