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Napalatoni: Warden!
Dwight McClusky: Yes! What is it, Natapundi?
Napalatoni: Napalatoni!
Dwight McClusky: I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR FUCKING NAME IS!
Napalatoni: Mickey and Mallory Knox are loose, Scagnetti's dead, and they're live on national TV!
Dwight McClusky: LIVE ON NATIONAL TV? JESUS HAROLD CHRIST ON A FUCKING RUBBER CRUTCH, IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?
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Dwight McClusky: Just how far do you think you're gonna get?
Mickey: Right out the front door!
Dwight McClusky: THAT WILL *NEVER HAPPEN!*
Mickey: It IS happenin'.
Dwight McClusky: I will personally hunt you down, blow the head off your fucking whore wife, AND PLANT YOUR SICK ASS IN THE GROUND ALL BY MYSELF!
Mickey: Another day, perhaps, but not today!
Robyn Reede
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