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Oh, that's a great use of our time. A wardrobe change.
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What, a one-handed pirate with a drinking problem?
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Was that a threat?
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That's mais like it, Charming. Fillet the bitch.
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You know I could have just poofed us up here in an instant.
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If wax mustaches and perms are your thing...
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Are you really gonna marry that?
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(Sadly, I agree with the pirate) I'm winning you over, I can feel it.
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Roast swan. That's amusing. You'll get that later.
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Fly away, moth. Don't let the door catch your wings on the way out.
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I think we can handle a few children with pointy sticks.
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Yes, because pre-teen Baelfire probably made lots of pasta.
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What I wouldn't give for another sleeping curse.
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There's my malevolent imp.
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seguinte time you let someone fall to their death, make sure they're actually dead.
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I'm flattered, but uninterested.
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If you have to throw a fireball or something, at least avoid the face.
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And green apples are just... bitter.
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Well, that would explain the distasteful look on her face.
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Your taste in women has really gone downhill.
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Sorry, dear. I don't dance with amateurs.
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I don't care if she has the Lollipop Guild protecting her.
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And What? You'll Win Her Over Your arco iris, arco-íris Kisses & Unicorn Stickers
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