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Pic of the Day: “Every time you leave me for a minute, it’s like goodbye. I like to believe it means you can’t live without me.”
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Pic of the Day: “What do you propose?” “It’s simple. We, uh, kill the Batman.” “If it’s so simple, why haven’t you done it already?” “If you’re good at something, never do it for free.”
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Pic of the Day: “Hey, if you think l’m going to stay on this boat for three months…” “Now, look here, son. l don’t blame you none. Now you won’t me either after the bile’s out of your system. And even if your daddy was half what you say, it wouldn’t be right nor just to gamble two weeks good fishing against a yarn give out by an upset boy. But l am a fair-minded man, and while you’re aboard, l’ll pay you wages. $3 a month.”
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Pic of the Day: “Did you have the air-conditioning checked? I told you to have the air-conditioning checked.” “I had the air-conditioning checked. I don’t know what for. You never allow me to turn it on.” “Hush up!”
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Pic of the Day: “It’s a Major Award!” “A Major Award? Shucks, I wouldn’t know that. It looks like a lamp.” “It is a lamp, you nincompoop, but it’s a Major Award. I won it!”
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Pic of the Day: “You see, George, you’ve really had a wonderful life. Don’t you see what a mistake it would be to throw it away?”
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Pic of the Day: “How could it be so? It came without ribbons!… it came without tags!… it came without packages, boxes, or bags!”
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Pic of the Day: “Boy, are you stupid, Charlie Brown.” “What kind of a tree is that?” “You were supposed to get a good tree. Can’t you even tell a good tree from a poor tree?” “I told you he’d goof it up. He isn’t the kind you can depend on to do anything right.” “You’re hopeless, Charlie Brown.”
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Pic of the Day: “This fog’s as thick as peanut butter!” “You mean pea soup.” “You eat what you like, and I’ll eat what I like!”
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Pic of the Day: “But… but maybe he’s only a little crazy like painters or composers or… or some of those men in Washington.”
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Pic of the Day: “Did you know that there are over two billion children in the world?” “Hmm. No wonder I keep trippin’ over roller skates.” “That means Santa would have to make, like, 800 visits a second, not including bathroom breaks.” “Well, I guess ol’ Santy’s been at it so long, he figured out all the shortcuts.”
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Pic of the Day: “How do you think the new record compares to your old classic stuff?” “Oh come on, Mikey, you know as well as I do the record’s crap. But wouldn’t it be great if Number One this Christmas wasn’t some smug teenager, but an old ex-heroin addict searching for a comeback at any price? All those young popsters, come Christmas Day… they’ll be stretched out naked with a cute bird balancing on their balls, and I’ll be stuck in some dingy flat with me manager, Joe, ugliest man in the world, fucking miserable because our fucking gamble didn’t pay off. So if you believe in Father Christmas, children, like your Uncle Billy does, buy my festering turd of a record. And particularly enjoy the incredible crassness of the moment when we try to squeeze an extra syllable into the fourth line.” “I think you’re referring to ‘If you really love Christmas…'” “‘Come on and let it snow…?’ Ouch!”
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Pic of the Day: “How horrible our Christmas will be!” “No. How jolly!” “Oh. How jolly our Christmas will be.”
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Pic of the Day: “I just can’t help it. There’s something about the guy that makes me uneasy.” “Well sure. Santa fucking someone in the ass…”
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Pic of the Day: “Where do you think you’re going? Nobody’s leaving. Nobody’s walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We’re all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We’re gonna press on, and we’re gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he’s gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.”
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Pic of the Day: “Now you go home and write ‘I am very sorry for what I did to Frosty’ a hundred zillion times. And then maybe, just maybe, mind you, you’ll find something in your stocking tomorrow morning.” “Like, a new hat, maybe? Ohh, yes, sir! Goodbye, everyone! Sorry to lose and run, but I’ve got to get busy writing, busy, busy, busy!”
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Pic of the Day: “My time with you is at an end, Ebenezer Scrooge. Will you profit from what I’ve shown you of the good in most men’s hearts?” “I don’t know, how can I promise!” “If it’s too hard a lesson for you to learn, then learn this lesson!”
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Pic of the Day: “Well, it’s about time! Haven’t got all night, you know.” “Who… who are you?” “Why, I’m the Ghost of Christmas Past.” “Oh. I thought you’d be taller.”
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Pic of the Day: “Look, sir, look what was discovered on your front stoop.” “What, Grimsby? The milk? The daily paper?” “No, sir, a baby.” “Oh, is that all? … A baby?!”
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Pic of the Day: “Are you here all by yourself?” “Ma’am, I’m eight years old. You think I would be here alone? I don’t think so.”
