Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.
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Wayne: Cassandra, I know I don't have his looks, I know I don't have his car, and I know that sometimes when I eat I get this clicking sound in the back of my jaw…
Cassandra: Just shut your yap, and get in the car!
Wayne: Excellent!
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Leonato: O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.
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Mr. Potato Head: Oh, really? Well, I'm from Playskool.
Rex: And I'm from Mattel. Well, actually I'm from a smaller company that was purchased by Mattel in a leveraged buyout.
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The hotel shop only had two decent books, and I’d written both of them.
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Oscar Madison: Life goes on, even for those of us who are divorced, broke, and sloppy.
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Bobby: My sloppy joe is all sloppy and no joe!
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Margo Channing: I’ll admit I may have seen better days…but I’m still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, like a salted peanut.
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Michael: Hey mom, I was wondering if you knew anything about these -
Lucille: I don't know where they are.
Michael: - flight records. You know, it's really more believable if you let me finish first.
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Barbara: I make you feel trapped.
Mitch: No you don’t, it’s not you.
Barbara: Well how do you think that makes me feel when I hear you say that?
Mitch: I didn’t mean you, it’s me. I - I just feel lost.
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