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| Last one in the car mops up the vomit. | No no, it's not fucking graffiti, that's a sign. |
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| Yes, yes, fire, fire, fire! | Before I let Fran 'input' me. I'm gonna take everything she bought me, load it in the car, and return some of it. |
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| Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, watch it! I'm huge! | Glad your crotch is feeling better. |
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| No, that's my therapy group. What a buncha losers. | I don't think they get as much fun out of life as we do! |
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| In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team. | |
