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Pic of the Day: “Pic of the Day: “How do you say in French my sister has a yellow pencil?” “Ma soeur a un crayon jaune.” “How do you say my brother has a lovely girl?” “Mon frère a une gentille petite amie.” “And how do you say I wish I were my brother?””
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Pic of the Day: “What’s the ending of the ice fishing story?” “I’m not telling you the end of the ice fishing story!” “I’m going to call your fuckin’ brother to find out the end.” “My brother’s dead!” “That’s how it ends! He fell through the fuckin’ ice!” “No, that’s not… He died a different way, many years later!”
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Pic of the Day: “What business do you have with Elektra King?” “I thought it was you who was giving her the business.”
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Pic of the Day: “What kind of sheriff’s office was that?” “Saloon girls? Gambling? How does he ever get any work done?” “If that’s the sheriff’s office, this town rocks!”
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Pic of the Day: “C’mon buddy. After a long day of Turing tests you gotta unwind.” “What were you doing with Ava?” “What” “You tore up her picture.” “I’m gonna tear up the fucking dance floor, dude. Check it out.”
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Pic of the Day: “I don’t know if there is anything wrong because I don’t know how other people are.”
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Pic of the Day: “The new guy was asking about you.” “It’s too bad he’s in a match now. I’ll probably never meet him.” “You might. There’s something different about him.”
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Pic of the Day: “You know why I like plants?” “Nuh uh.” “Because they’re so mutable. Adaptation is a profound process. Means you figure out how to thrive in the world.” “Yeah but it’s easier for plants. I mean they have no memory. They just move on to whatever’s next. With a person though, adapting is almost shameful. It’s like running away.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “City of stars / Are you shining just for me? / City of stars / There’s so much that I can’t see / Who knows? / I felt it from the first embrace / I shared with you / That now our dreams / They’ve finally come true” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “Now is the time for a digression in which to describe our heroes’ feelings. Arthur keeps watching his feet, but his mind’s on Odile’s mouth and her romantic kisses. Odile is wondering if the boys notice her breasts moving under her sweater. Franz thinks of everything and nothing. He wonders if the world is becoming a dream or if the dream is becoming the world.”
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Pic of the Day: “You know that song? Hmmm?” “I can’t remember who did it.” “That’s the way it is with good ones, you’re sure you’ve heard them before.”
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Pic of the Day: “I think Houdini did this once, and if I remember right, he was out of the hospital in no time.” “Well, that’s encouraging.” (30th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “How tall are you, private?” “Sir, five-foot-nine, sir.” “Five-foot-nine, I didn’t know they stacked shit that high!” (30th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “The whole thing has been as inevitable as in a nursery rhyme. When the boat arrives from the mainland, there will be ten dead bodies, and a riddle no one can solve on Indian Island.”
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