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| "There's one thing I hate about sex ... thank goodness I can't remember what it is." |
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| "Why, Count, I thought you only bit people on the neck." |
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| "Actually, I don't think most of it is rushing to my head..." |
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| "So you're from the Bureau of Indian Affairs." |
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| "You're right, Mr. Williams, it looks just like Italy." |
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| "It's obvious you're ready for a Great Leap Forward." |
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| "Is forecourt anything like foreplay, darling?" |
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| "I'm sorry, Mr. Forest Ranger, but your sign said no hunting, fishing, bathing, cooking, picnicking or ball playing... so there seemed only one thing left to do." |
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| "I guess I'm just a fall girl." |
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| "That was what I call my hat trick, darling." |
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