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- Aren't ya' gonna say it?
- Say what, Carl?
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-That. My name, all offended and annoyed.
- I'm leaving, Carl.
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- What?
- I'm moving out.
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It's meat conveyor, isn't it?
You never were a fan of modern home design.
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- It's a lot of things, Carl!
- (Carl) Just let me explain.
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Efficiency. Industry.
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Never before has this many
dead bodies been so manageable.
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- Carl!
- I'm the Henry Ford of human meat.
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I've already packed.
I'm not coming back, Carl.
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Come on! We haven't even gotten
to the big surprise yet.
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- I'm sure it's very upsetting.
- Well, now I don't even want to show you.
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- Good! I do not want to see it.
- Man, you are a being a huge b-hole right now.
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I'm not the one shoving
people into a meat grinder!
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It's not a meat grinder, it's an orphan stomper.
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- (Paul) Gross!
- You know what's gross?
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- Your attitude.
- Are you serious?!
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What have I done to deserve all
this b-hole coming out of your mouth?
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It's everything, Carl!
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- It's everything you've done EVER!
- Everything?
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Even that time I helped
Mrs. Bigsby with her garden?
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- You buried her there!
- (Carl) It's what she would've wanted.
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- You buried her alive!
- She wasn't keeping up with the weeding.
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As president of the Home Owners Association,
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- I had to take immediate action.
- All you do is kill people, Carl!
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That's like saying all Mozart
did was write songs.
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- You are completely insane!
- Oh, weird. That's what all these orphans said.
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(Growl)
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- Is that the surprise?
- No.
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That looks like a meat dragon.
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- Did you finish your meat dragon, Carl?
- Maybe.
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(sighing) It's horrifying, Carl.
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Thank you.
