| Rally stopped
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| Hey! Who pulled the fuckin' plug?
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| The fuck? My piss pig was talking here! ( 2 )
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| Hey! My friend was tryin' to express himself! ( 2 )
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| What happened? What the fuck happened here?
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| What is this Pinkerton scab-fink fuck-job bullshit?
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| Entering the stage
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| That speech was fuckin' beautiful.
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| The fuck is wrong with you?
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| We was tryin' to foment some fuckin' grievances.
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| Exiting the stage
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| Gonna get my friend comfortable then you finks are fucked.
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| Patrolling in the Wealthy Neighborhood
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| You shit-heel scumbags think you're welcome in a classy place like this?
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| Put that motherfucker on parade. I love a fucking parade. ( 2 )
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| How's there all these escorts around here and I'm still swinging limp bracciole? ( 2 )
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| One grift's as good as another.
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| The factory stays closed until I get my piece.
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| Franco gets his taste, or everybody gets a taste of Franco. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Look at all these silver-spoon weak sisters, whole life drinkin' cream, scared of their own shadow... ( 2 )
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| The fuck you think you're taking my friend?
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| Nobody's packing any fuckin' meat in any fuckin' cans until I get my fuckin' money. ( 2 )
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| Go ahead, scare these rich fucks, think they can look down their noses on a honest working man like me.
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| Fuckin' take-a-scumbag-to-work day.
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| The fuck are you doin', Donny? We agree, nobody works until I get paid.
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| Protecting The Union Boss
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| What the fuck are you all doing? Jesus Christ. Where's the fucking decency? That's a human being. ( 2 )
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| That's the problem with this fuckin' country. Buncha lazy yeggs would rather get ground into scab soup than put in an honest day's work.
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| This is a fucking safety insepection. Grab your ankles, I'll take a look. ( 2 )
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| That's not how you operate a meat grinder. ( 2 )
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| Scab soup. Fuckin' scab soup.
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| Would you shut your cryin' cocksucker for one fuckin' minute. I can't hear myself think.
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| Drown my golden goose in scab soup.... Not on my watch.
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| Hey, Pal, you're gonna be alright. We'll get you hosed off and back on the picket line in no time.
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| I'll show you canned fuckin' meat. I'll fuck your meaty can, you... you... fuckin' mutts.
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| You gonna get outta there, pal, don't worry.{2.5}Franco's word is his fuckin' bond.
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| I can't with you guys. Seriously.
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| How do you come up with this shit? You want to kill a guy you just kill a guy. Any child could tell you that. ( 2 )
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| Everything is dog food to bitches. ( 2 )
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| Take the money outta my pocket, drown my friend in bloody diahrrea, insult me to my face. You whores are really fuckin' pushing it here...
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| Does nobody care about the workin' man?
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| Jesus, we skipped labor and went straight to afterbirth.
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| Oh yeah, you bleedin' hearts really took care of the workplace safety issue in this shithole, didn't you?
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| Take it from somebody who knows a thing or two about shittin' blood: this is not normal.
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| After the Union Boss's death
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| You punch my fucking meal ticket I eat your fucking face of. ( 2 )
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| Cancel my paycheck. Poor people gotta make their own fun.
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| You fuckin' scab. You wet fuckin' scab.
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| I'm huntin rats, Dad. ( 2 )
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| Easy fuckin' money, and then you scumbags come along...
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| You piss pig boot-licking motherfuckers. ( 2 )
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| Oh, I'll put some meat in your can, motherfucker. ( 2 )
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| Huh? Nothing to say for yourself? Got your tongue up some billionaire's asshole?
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| I'm so angry. ( 2 )
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| You don't fuck with my business. ( 2 )
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| You know what you cost me? I'm gonna take it outta your ass.
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| Dead fuckin' rats, every one of you.
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| I answer to fuckin' nobody.
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| Suddenly fuckin' Murkoff is worried about worker safety. Get the fuck outta here. ( 2 )
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| Drownin' in blood. I love that. Look how happy you make me. ( 2 )
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| It's a infestation.
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| You think Murkoff can protect you? You got another fuckin' thing coming.
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| I'm just a poor man trying to make a fuckin' living. ( 2 )
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