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Dumb son of a bitch. Whoa! Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Fuck, Bats! You got my wife shot! I don't like that! Relax, Buddy. You handled it! What the fuck, you piece of shit? You shot the gunsmiths. Weren't they fucking Doc's contacts? They were Doc's contacts! Guess what, they was pigs. Look at the box. It says "APD." I clocked that tall strip of bacon with that fake-ass Louis Vuitton hat right off the bat. He busted me in '98. Now, I don't know about you lovebirds fucking without a condom, but when somebody getting ready to barbecue me, I go full-metal batshit on... - Shit! - Get him! Baby, don't let him get away! Get him! Get him! Do something! Get him! Oh, shit!
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Tonight, gentlemen, madame, we have only the finest cuts of pork, direct from the local smokehouse. You're all experienced butchers yourself. I assume you are aware that the humble pig can be cooked from nose to tail, everything but the squeal. I can offer you nine cuts at the best prices in all of Christendom. So let's dive in head-first. From the jowl comes the godsent Roman bacon that is guanciale. From the shoulder of the hog comes the Boston butt, a tough but tasty cut. The picnic shoulder is a favorite of those who enjoy the smoking of pigs. The center-cut loin, the double-cut pork chops, baby back ribs, and the Serrano ham, on the back leg, of course. All delicious. Delicious. And, of course, we have a fine selection of sausages. Well, I'm hungry. Fantastique. And your choice is... Well, I'm gonna go with the picnic shoulder, 'cause, um, I just love smoking pigs.
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