Fornits
Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: Anonymous on April 27, 2006, 03:52:00 PM
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With special guest Madonna.
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Oh hi, Bert, whatcha doin'?
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Nothin' Ernie, what's going on?
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I heard they're scripting us out with a murder-suicide.
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So we're really going out with a bang?
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Make that two bangs, Bert.
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The ratings will be off the charts.
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I wonder if we'll trump Madonna?
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You'll never trump me.
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You want in on it, don't you.
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Fuck yeah I want in on it. I'm gonna make out with Ernie.
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Let me know how you make out.
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Sure, honey. Let's go backstage.
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No no no! That's not what I meant!
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May I commend you on your many years of deadpan, Bert.
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And I, you, on your mischievous snicker.
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[wipes away a tear]
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So who's killing who?
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Whom.
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You're killing me.
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Oh goody.
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No no no! That's not what I meant!
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[as Opie Taylor] Aw, don't let's fight, Bert, seein' as how it's our last show before our last show.
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[as Barney Fife] Why, you're a smart little fellow, now ain'tcha, Opie.
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[as Ernie] I say we keep going, Thelma.
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I wanna be Louise.
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Yeah, he's totally a Louise.
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I do like snickers.
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You're killing me.
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Oh goody.
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We did this already.
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We're suicidal.
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Do that Opie Taylor thing again.
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I can't, I feel mopey.
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Aw, don't cry, Ernie.
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[as The Beaver] Don't worry, Wally, I was just actin' sad, to cheer you up.
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[As Wally Cleaver] You sure are actin' sweet today, Beaver. So whaddaya want?
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[as The Beaver] Aw shucks, Wally, well I guess since you already found me out and all, well, see, me and a couple of the guys, we wanna go see the nudie picture show. You wouldn't mind giving us a lift a whole awful lot, now wouldja Wally?
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[as Wally Cleaver] Okay, sure Beaver, I'll give you a lift, for half your loot of nudie magazines.
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[as The Beaver] Gee, Wally, that's a awful lotta loot for one ride. How 'bout you can have five of my scratch-and-sniff nudie magazines.
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[as Wally Cleaver] Okay, it's a deal. But they better have some sniff left in 'em, or no deal.
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[as The Beaver] May I commend you on your many years of deadpan, Wally.
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[as Bert] And I, you, on your mischievous snicker.
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Cut that out, Bert, they're killing us.
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Who's they?
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They who?
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Who is correct?
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Who is correct.
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I am.
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No no no! That's not what I meant!
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You're killing me.
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A double murder, I like it.
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I'll instigate!
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You're like the Empress Instigator.
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I AM the Empress Instigator.
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I AM the Empress Instigator.
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Imitating me now? I'll kill you. [bang]
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[as The Beaver] Gosh, Madonna, now look what you've gone and done. There's just no takin' that back.
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[pee stain appears on pants leg.]
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You're cute, I think I'll keep you.
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[as The Beaver] uh, okay Madonna. Say Madonna, me and a couple of the guys, we wanna go see the nudie picture show. You wouldn't mind giving us a lift a whole awful lot, now wouldja Madonna?
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[as Wally Cleaver] You're a fink, Beaver Cleaver, a real fink.
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I just killed you.
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Nope. Still here.
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[bang]
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Still not dead.
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Sneaky bastard. Let's see if it works on Ernie. [bang]
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[keels over]
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oops.
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Well this is awkward.
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He'll come to in a minute, the puppets always rise again.
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Hey look, I'm not dead anymore!
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Behold.
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Just as thou hadtht prophesied, it hath come to pass.
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[farts] Oh, pardon me.
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He hadth passed gas.
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He walks in an aura, and all are humbled before him.
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[belches]
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Does anybody have any sodium bicarbonate?
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[as Elaine Bennes] yada, yada, yada, let's do bong hits.
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[takes a massive bong hit]
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[takes a massive bong hit]
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[takes a massive bong hit]
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[blows out a big cloud of marijuana smoke]
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[blows out a big cloud of marijuana smoke]
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[blows out a big cloud of marijuana smoke]
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[snickers] I snuck back from the dead and did bong hits with Madonna! I'm like king of the world now!
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You're like Jesus.
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Oh, far out, man. Ernie is Jesus. Wow.
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Be prepared for a looong couple of milleniums up ahead.
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Dude, you're channeling prophets.
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I'm like Jesus' favorite disciple, Miles.
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I don't think they had a Miles.
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Yes, Miles, my favorite disciple.
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There was no Miles.
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There was a Miles.
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Didn't he get a book?
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There is no Book of Miles, trust me.
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I don't think he ever wrote one.
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One of these days, I'm gonna write a gospel. I'll think I'll call it, "The Gospel According to Miles".
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huh.
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huh.
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yeah.
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yeah.
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Well, I guess it's a wrap.
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ulp. Well I guess that's it for the last show before the last show.
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[as Elaine Bennes] Does anybody have any Milk Duds?
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On 2006-04-27 14:14:00, Madonna wrote:
"There is no Book of Miles, trust me."
Marlboro has a book of miles. :smokin:
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KEEP GOING MAN THIS IS REALLY GOOD SHIT