One county supervisor with a bug up his ass is all it takes to bring you down, Bigfoot.
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Let's go.
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No.
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[GROANS] Can't be good.
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Well, I like your necklace.
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[WHISPERS] Go away.
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DOC: Mm. Of course not.
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No...
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What? Tell me, did she come with you?
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What do you mean?
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This! This was not invented by a Russian. The man's name was Bell! Alexander Graham Bell! And he was an American! Get that, comrade.
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You didn't happen to get the, uh, SID to test those neck punctures for gold or nothing? I shouldn't think there'd be much trace. Gold is all but chemically inactive, as you might have learned in chemistry class... ...if you hadn't been ditching all the time to score dope, Sportello.
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Every contact leaves traces. It would sure be ironic, is all I'm saying... ...if Blatnoyd was bit to death by a golden fang... ...or, like, even better, like, two golden fangs? I don't see why any of this would be material. Because it's the Golden Fang. - It's the decedent's tax shelter. So, what? - No, man, it's not a tax shelter. It's something, Bigfoot, man, much more, more vast.
