It ain't gonna work, kid. We all know you're White.
Yeah, you're kung fu-cked.
You'll wake up some morning and find those gold teeth missing.
I don't think that's grape jelly.
It's not going to be a circus where you're going.
You should have read the handwriting on your face.
Oh, you've been in the prison shower already?
Throw away the key, please.
Dinner last night: Swedish meatballs.
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