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Frank:
The Golden Rule: He who has the gold, makes the rules. |
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Nada:
White line's in the middle of the road. It's the worst place to drive. |
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Street Preacher:
This world may have blinded me, but the Lord has let me see. |
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Nada:
I don't like this one bit. Not one bit. |
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Nada:
You, you're okay. This one, real fuckin' ugly. |
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Nada:
You see, I take these glasses off, she looks like a regular person... on, formaldehyde face. |
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Rich Lady:
I've got one that can see. |
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Nada:
That's like pouring perfume on a pig. |
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Nada:
I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I'm all out of bubblegum. |
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Nada:
Wooo. It's like a drug. Wearing these glasses gets you high, but you come down hard. |
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Drifter:
I've been hearing something on the streets... weird stuff... epidemic of violence. |
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Man on TV:
They want benign indifference... but all we really are, is livestock. |
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Gilbert:
The world needs a wakeup call. We're gonna phone it in. |
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Nada:
Brother, life's a bitch, and she's back in heat. |
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Alien:
Hey, what's wrong baby? |
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