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Will I'm not going to do this. Even your breath stinks of mediocrity.
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Now I just keep having nightmares of all of the mother's of the little baby...
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I'm all about finding a freakish depressed kid and showing them what winning's...
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I have this compulsive need to crush other people's dreams.
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Hot Cheetos have been proven to raise endorphins and make happy kids, and I...
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I'm so depressed I've worn the same outfit twice this week.
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And that gay terrorist went on to become the first gay president of the United..
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Thinking "trust me" was a sensible birth control option.
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You know what this has to look like, Elvis’ gold record room at Graceland...
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They call it a funkification, meaning they show us what they've got and we...
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You know, for me trophies are like herpes. You can try to get rid of them but...
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You're not going to fondle us, are you Mr. Harrison?
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I thought Jews were supposed to be smart.
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Dear journal, something strange happened yesterday – I felt something below...
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Everyone knows this is going to come down to me,revenge, fear, the merciless...
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And though I completely loathe you, you’d make a a great trophy husband...
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You'd be a total MILF if it weren't for the whole faking-the-mother thing.
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Mr. Schue, Rachel's one of us. We're the only ones who get to humiliate her.
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See you punks at regionals.
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Giving my coração to Jesse, just to have it crushed like the stage floor at...
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I loved you.
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My kids don't amor me, they fear me.
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Oh, you know what Wednesday is, right? Hump day.
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I want him to be eaten por a lion.
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Shut it, Puckerman!
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