| Gloves off, Stick down, He challenged the Punks! |
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| Forget it, Jake. It's TrashTown! |
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| There are older and fouler things in the deep places of the world. |
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| We will always have TechnoLabs... |
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| If I can't protect the earth, you can be damn sure I'll avenge it! |
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| Before you started messing with computers, I didn’t even exist. |
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| Sorry, Goose, but it’s time to buzz the tower. |
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| May the wings of liberty never lose a feather. |
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| May the Cubes be with you! |
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| We’re putting the band back together! |
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| Yippie-ki-yay, motherpunkers! |
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| You can be my wingman anytime! |
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| They drew first cube, not me! |
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| On Melmac, we have 1st class, 2nd class and ham! |
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| If it bleeds, we can kill it. |
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| A Chancla, thrown, not stirred! |
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| You talkin' to me? |
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| Have you ever considered piracy? |
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| They'll be back! |
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| That's not a Blaster, THAT's a blaster! |
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| Whosoever holds these hammers, if he be worthy... |
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| 1.21 Gigawatts!?! |
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| Nobody puts Lady in a corner! |
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| It's Christmas, and punks are all in misery! |
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| That’ll do, pig. That’ll do! |
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| I love the smell of Hot-Sauce in the morning! |
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| Don't call me Junior! |
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| Hasta la vista, Chickens! |
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| Well, do ya, punks? |
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| Well, darlin’, look out, ‘cause those cats are comin’ down! |
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| Just keep swimming! |
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| You did it. You crazy son of a cube, you did it! |
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| The Chancla abides! |
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| Keep the change, ya filthy animals! |
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| Not all treasure’s silver and gold, mate! |
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| Back off man, I'm a scientist! |
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| On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy! |
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| You're gonna need a bigger boat! |
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Loja
