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"Six f#$kin' car lengths! That's a hundred and six f!@kin' feet, mister! If I had to stop suddenly, you woulda hit me! I want you to get a f%#kin' driver's manual, and I want you to study that motherf%!ker! And I want you to obey the the g@#$&*n rules! Fifty-f!$kin' thousand people were killed on the highway last year 'cause of f*!kin' a$*holes like you! Tell me you're gonna get a manual!"
Mr Eddy, Lost Highway.
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What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got, say, pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angels' trumpets and devils' trombones. You are invited!
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