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Quint's boss "Keep them turds on ice, Quint! If they get warm they'll smell worse! Here's an ice-cream container and some ice money. Bring back the change. Atta boy!"
Quint "Fuck my life."
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I just want to understand this, sir. Every time a rug is micturated upon in this fair city, I have to compensate the owner?
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