Actually, she's over at the hospital being
treated for thigh chafe. Once you're had a clown, you never
go back.
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Wallace:
Don't give me that sanctimonious sh**! It's
over, because you say it's over?! You don't get it do you?
You passive aggressive piss-ant! You are not wiping away 32
years of making me feel like a piece of crap, simply because
you choose not to fight!
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Wallace:
Why, we're just one big ol' thermonuclear family,
Wilder!
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Wilder:
Go drop your pants and chase a doughnut, you
and your single-helix friends.
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Wallace:
Wilder, come out and fight like the freak of
nature you are!
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Wilder:
Christ, Wallace, you're a clown! Good job.
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Wilder:
A fate worse than death, proclaims my brother
. . . the clown.
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