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:32:03
Henry, you were a lead balloon long before
this porker munched his way to eternity.

:32:08
Thanks. You're a real comfort.
You got a real delicate touch to you.

:32:15
Here you go, Rick, buddy.
That will fix you up.

:32:25
Jesus Christ bananas!
Some fuckarow this is turning into!

:32:32
- Thanks a lot, Pete.
- Yeah, I think I got it all.

:32:35
What happened to you?
:32:40
Hi. Joe Clarendon.
Call me Beaver.

:32:45
Rick here had a bad night
in the woods.

:32:47
Welcome.
:32:49
- Is that frostbite?
- No, I get the same thing from peanuts.

:32:52
It's allergy.
:32:56
Grilled cheese, anyone?
:32:58
- No, the soup's fine for me, thanks.
- I'll bite. Sail it over here.

:33:04
My mother used to feed me
pea soup when I was feeling...

:33:12
Bitch in a buzz saw!
:33:14
I've heard some mighty burps in my time,
but that's the blue ribbon.

:33:18
I am so embarrassed.
:33:19
Rick ate some berries in the woods.
:33:27
Oh, my God!
:33:29
Oh, my God, that's awful!
:33:31
I'm so sorry!
:33:33
Rick, buddy, don't worry about it.
There's more room out than in, anyway.

:33:37
What have you been eating,
woodchuck turds?

:33:42
Know what I think?
:33:45
I think you need to lie down
and take you a little nap.

:33:49
You know, I bet you're right.
:33:51
I'm just tired, that's all.
:33:54
- Come on.
- My hat.

:33:58
Beaver?

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