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Movie Mess
Here's looking at you kid
Is it safe?
Yo Adrian
There's no place like home
Made it Ma! Top of the world!
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn
You talkin' to me?
Badges? We ain't got no badges
They call it a Royale with cheese
All right Mr Demille, I'm ready for my close-up
Go ahead, make my day
Round up the usual suspects
You're gonna need a bigger boat
I have always depended on the kindness of strangers
I'm walking here, I'm walking here
He's not the Messiah. He's a very naughty boy
I could've been a contender
Hasta la vista, baby
You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve?
Wax on, wax off
Who's on first
Say hello to my little friend
You can't handle the truth
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti
Get away from her, you BITCH!
Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into
A boy's best friend is his mother
Yippie ki-yay, motherfucker
To Infinity and Beyond
I'll be back
What we've got here is a failure to communicate
These go to eleven
He-e-e-e-re's Johnnie!
Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape
I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too
Martini, shaken, not stirred
I love the smell of napalm in the morning
That'll do pig, that'll do
The Dude abides
Is it safe?
Yo Adrian
There's no place like home
Made it Ma! Top of the world!
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn
You talkin' to me?
Badges? We ain't got no badges
They call it a Royale with cheese
All right Mr Demille, I'm ready for my close-up
Go ahead, make my day
Round up the usual suspects
You're gonna need a bigger boat
I have always depended on the kindness of strangers
I'm walking here, I'm walking here
He's not the Messiah. He's a very naughty boy
I could've been a contender
Hasta la vista, baby
You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve?
Wax on, wax off
Who's on first
Say hello to my little friend
You can't handle the truth
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti
Get away from her, you BITCH!
Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into
A boy's best friend is his mother
Yippie ki-yay, motherfucker
To Infinity and Beyond
I'll be back
What we've got here is a failure to communicate
These go to eleven
He-e-e-e-re's Johnnie!
Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape
I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too
Martini, shaken, not stirred
I love the smell of napalm in the morning
That'll do pig, that'll do
The Dude abides
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