| Attacking / Lunging
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| Skell!
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| Cooperate.
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| Perverted fink. ( 2 )
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| Protect. Serve.
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| Teach you to obey...
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| Respect. The law... ( 2 )
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| Laws...
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| Mercy.
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| Laugh at me...
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| Stop!
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| Pervert!
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| Scum!
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| You shit!
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| Mendacious shit!
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| Pink scum. ( 2 )
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| All a you!
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| ...What you get. ( 2 )
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| Whores.
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| Blocked by obstacles
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| Well ain't that a kick in the shitter.
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| Cheatin' bitch.
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| This is why we can't have nice things.
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| The hell you doin', wrecking the furniture?
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| Son of a bitch. I never trust a son of a bitch. ( 2 )
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| Oh, you gonna make me work for it? Hell, I don't mind a little sweat if it gets me a few tears...
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| Start Chase
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| You gonna fry, boy. ( 2 )
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| Jesus take the wheel.
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| Christmas coming early, this year.
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| Stop resisting. ( 2 )
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| It's come to Jesus time.
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| If you ain't guilty, then why you running? ( 2 )
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| Hold it right there!
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| On the ground!
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| Freeze!
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| Don't you fucking run from me!
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| I got bad fucking news for you, buddy... ( 2 )
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| This is gonna hurt.
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| Eyes on the suspect.
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| Chase in progress.
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| Don't you fucking dare.
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| I'm a stomp a hole in you...
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| Hey! Shitbird! ( 2 )
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| That ain't legal. ( 2 )
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| Come here!
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| Grab your ankles, fuck-o!
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| Officer under attack! ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| You gonna pay for what you done. ( 2 )
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| Commie scum.
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| Let's make this right. ( 2 )
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| Don't make me chase you!
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| You're asking for it! ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 )
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| This land is mine! ( 2 )
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| Tresspassing.
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| Spread 'em!
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| You're gonna pay.
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| During Chase
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| Stop resisting!
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| I will show you the glory of the law!
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| I have been blessed by the power and the glory!
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| It's a thin blue line!
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| Service! Respect!
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| Assume the position!
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| Guilty! Guilty!
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| cannot... assuage... fucking... guilt...
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| Slippery geek...
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| Beatnick rape-o hophead...
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| Fry that ass.
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| Cook the pink outta ya... ( 2 )
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| Fucker! Stop!
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| Show you... I'm...
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| Gonna squeal!
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| Rabbit on me I'll fuck you to death.
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| Come on!
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| (Growling) ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 )
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| Rights? Tell me about your fucking rights! ( 2 )
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| Gonna ride you to your fucking grave!
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| Rehabilitation!
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| Red bitch! ( 2 )
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| This I cannot abide!
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| Motherfucking kill you! ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Not in my fucking town! ( 2 )
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| Get back here! ( 2 )
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| I swear to fucking god, if you... ( 2 )
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| I'll have you on your knees... ( 2 )
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| Start fuckin' prayin'!
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| Every last rat fuck! ( 2 )
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| (Heavy breathing) ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 ) ( 5 ) ( 6 ) ( 7 )
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| Grabbing or Executing the Reagent
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| Guilty.
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| Y'all're all equal under the law.
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| You was born guilty and you'll die just like it.
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| I wish your mama was here to see you die.
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| Why, you been rehabilitated.
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| And they come for you.
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| Found hidden Reagent
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| This is a Failure to Appear. ( 2 )
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| Your kind ain't allowed around these parts.
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| Howdy, fuck-o.
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| Shame it wasn't a bath week.
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| Mystery solved.
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| I'm such a good cop. ( 2 )
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| Stunned
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| Lord!
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| Commie shit! ( 2 )
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| Easy there.
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| I am the law!
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| Watch it, punk.
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| Ooh. You gonna pay this back in spades.
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| Greasy shit. All of your kind...
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| You're getting the screws for this.
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| This is. Just. Calisthenics.
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| That is assault. I'm gonna rip you something fuckable for this.
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| Careful! I got a got-dang Pontiac battery strapped to me.
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| Hey, you trying to hurt me?
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| Now just me and you's gonna have a party.
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| You got forty kinds of hell coming.
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| It's hurtful when you disrespect the badge. I have feelings, too.
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| Ain't you slicker'n a can of mashed assholes.
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| Mama Coyle didn't raise no nancies.
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| You can't do that. You just can't.
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| Oh, sweetness.
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| Mind the badge.
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| That is assault with intent!
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| Ahg! God damn-jap zap job.
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| You don't assault an officer of the law. ( 2 )
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| Easy there! ( 2 )
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| Investigating
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| Grid search. Every inch. ( 2 )
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| You pinko fucks are gonna have to claw this country from my broken fingers.
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| Gold-bricking wobbly fuck-o's. Gonna rot this country out from the inside.
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| I'm hip. I'm cool.
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| We don't much favor courts in these parts.
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| What I wouldn't give for a handful of pistachios.
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| A do believe a crime's in progress.
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| Fried fucking eggs.
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| I got honesty and integrity stamped on me. I'll show you...
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| There we go. Ain't necessary to accept this as right, alls you gotta accept is that it's necessary. ( 2 )
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| Hey. If you're the right kind of person you got nothing to worry about.
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| I'm gonna cook that pink out of you, sweetness.
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| Careful boy. Lotta nuts out there.
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| Reds and papists and coloreds and union goons and ornamentals and I don't know what country this is anymore.
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| You can smell that pinko scum. Only cure for it is to cauterize the rot.
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| Some fucks just wake up asking for the boot.
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| Dope-addicted half-breeds. I got a hot-shot for you.
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| I heard about you. Vice squad said you got proclivities would scandalize the whore of Babylon.
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| People that loiter around these parts tend to get fucked to death.
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| I'm gonna scrape you off my boot. ( 2 )
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| Lotta suspicious characters around here.
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| I got a real short tolerance for public indecency. ( 2 )
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| Buncha commie fucks can all die together. Be a collective action.
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| Junkies and perverts. Come on out.
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| I'm feeling a need to protect and to serve. ( 2 )
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| There's gotta be more punishment than crime. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| I know how to spot a communist. I seen that movie. ( 2 )
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| Smells... pink and pungent out here.
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| You lazy motherfuckers are about to get woke up.
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| The leprous face of socialism in every shadow.
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| Giving up the Chase
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| This is one of them provisional acquittals.
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| A clean sneak.
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| Sometimes you can't make a charge stick. You gotta... get creative.
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| Bunko.
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| Ain't shit. ( 2 )
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| Don't make sense for a fella to chase a dying animal. You go on and bleed out, honey.
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| Lost sight of the Reagent
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| Jailbirds and juiceheads and hobos.
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| It ain't an "if", it's a "when".
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| Sneaked off just when I was getting kinda worked up...
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| You'll come crawling back. Nobody ever really loses a taste for the glove.
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| Wolf tickets and a screw.
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| You ain't never really clear of the law.
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| Soon. The law rests but it don't never stop.
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| I only gotta be right once.
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| Don't make you innocent. Just slippery. I don't mind slippery.
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| Argh. Sucking smoke... God bless...
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| It's your... native proclivities. Physical gifts to balance your limited mentality. ( 2 )
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| Didn't wanna scuff my boots anyway.
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| There is little I wouldn't do to cause you discomfort.
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| Go on and hide if that's what turns you on.
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| You a little shy, ain't you?
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| Don't string me along, honey.
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| You were dumb enough to fuck with me, you ain't smart enough to stay hid. ( 2 )
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| I got a tinglin' in my feelers. Fuckos is close.
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| Patrolling
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| One thing I don't fuckin' need is your big city problems in my small town life. Things are gonna be peaceful and easy around here, one way or t'other.
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| It's always darkest afore the dawn and there's no lord but the lord. And it takes money if you want to make money, and justice its own reward.
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| It's like... waking up in reverse. You're come out of the fog and you're back in the nightmare.
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| Said... Said maybe jumper cables will make you talkative but how's a son of a bitch gonna talk with a clamp on his tongue and he scorched. Went all shiny and black. Said you look like one of 'em now. 2
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| States' rights. That's all it is. Come in my back yard and tell the people who elected me that I don't have the right to enforce the law.
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| T, P, D, A, T, F, C, I, A, F, B, I, U, S, P, I, S, D, O, D, S, S, S, U, S, A. ( 2 )
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| I used to stand in a storm and watch the lightning strike the plains and I would think, "well there you go." That's justice. Sometimes the finger of God reaches down and touches you. But you never know which finger it is you're gonna get.
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| There's... Just too many of them. There's no way I could keep them all cowed and submissive.
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| Of course you want an easy answer. Jews or the colords or the commies, and I'm happy to sell you whatever it is you want to buy. Law is... a sort of miracle. It's like buying life insurance for something that already happened and you can't do nothing about.
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| ...catch me sleeping. Some day. They catch me and they'll do with me every filthy and perverse thing their fevered native skulls can summon, leave me broken and ashamed and crying and they'll cut my throat and piss on me while I bleed out...
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| I just love the smell of leather. Oil and leather.
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| If someone would just make a prison that would hold me. Someplace peaceful and close, someplace warm I could not escape.
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| We gotta have order!
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| Jay-walking shit bag!
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| There is the law and there is chaos and that's all.
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| This is back door parole.
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| What are you gonna do? Call the police?
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| This is the line! This!
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| Sexy bitches on my motherfuckin' mind.
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| Gotta hold the line, no other way to it.
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| God can forgive whoever he wants. Not me.
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| Freedom's never more'n a c*nt hair shy of exctinction.
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| God wouldn't have given me these liberties if he didn't intend me to exercise them.
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| Please somebody, just... give me a reason. ( 2 )
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| Godless communists. Let's give 'em a chance to report to the man and find out.
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| I got places that itch that I can't reach on my own.
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| It's a... vast conspiracy. May be people who don't even know they're a part of it.
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| It's a cancer. You gotta cut it out while it's still small.
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| Sometimes wonder if you're just misbehaving because you like to be punished. Want me to pull on those pig-tails.
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| Communism is a disease of the weak.
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| Spotted Incapacitated Reagent
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| Well shit, look at you. ( 2 )
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| You lick my boot, maybe I let you up.
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| Wouldn't expect you could hog-tie a man with pain alone, would you?
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| You're a dummy now, ain't you?
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| Spineless commie shitbird. Look at you.
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| Now we can get a little protein in you...
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| Alerted by noise
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| It's amazing the way a little excitement focuses a man's attention.
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| You gonna slander the law? In my town, fuck-o?
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| They's people the lightning's hungry for. The whole sky is God looking to cook you from the inside out.
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| Call the vice squad. Some half-cocked rape-o's about to get a taste of their own medicine.
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| Noisy little malefactor ain't you?
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| Secret is, I just love criminals. And I'm gonna love you hard enough to do the kind of damage a body don't recover from.
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| Somebody kick over a bucket of shit?
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| We are in a war and drug use is treason. I got a rope of lightning.
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| Is some skeeter shakin' my web?
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| Who's that making Guilty sounds yonder?
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| Officer resssssponding.
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| God dang but ain't it a heck of thing to feel necessary.
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| This kitty's whiskers is frisky.
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| We got a noise ordinance around here, you whore.
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| Noisy. Stupid.
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| Sounds like commie perversion to me.
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| Got my feelers twitching like a chair-jockey's left leg.
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| Only thing, only thing I want to hear out of you is begging, screaming, and dripping.
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| (Gasp) ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 ) ( 5 ) ( 6 ) ( 7 ) ( 8 )
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| Alerted on sight
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| Hey there, slick.
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| You and me are gonna have one hell of a time.
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| Gonna give you the electric cure.
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| Thought you could shuck and jive past me?
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| There you are, meat.
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| I'm shoving this up your keester to the elbow and cooking you like a goose.
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| You look in need of assistance.
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| That is suspect behavior if I ever seen it.
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| You got a broken tail-light, mac.
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| I believe you are consenting to a search of your person.
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| You are loitering.
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| This here is a sundown town.
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| Spotting Reagent attacked by Door Trap
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| Look at you dance.
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| Hey. That's my job.
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| These modern conveniences...
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| Hoo, we settin' the woods on fire now. ( 2 )
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| Fried shit on a stick.
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| Hell, you walked right into that. ( 2 )
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| Prime Time - Mother Gooseberry
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| God almighty but that is one provocative side of female beef. Like a walking thundercloud.
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| That matronly bitch is sorely confused if she thinks this is gonna be some kinda party. ( 2 )
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| That's a worrisome name, Futterman. Sounds kinda... I don't know. New York or something.
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| That is clearly a deeply hysterical woman in need of a firm and disciplining hand. ( 2 )
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| Woman looks like somebody playing dress-up with a corpse been two weeks in the river.
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| Gotta be careful about letting a woman dictate your life; next thing you know it's perversion and despair, chaos.
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| Reminds me why I killed all those wives of mine. ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 )
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| By god but this is not an entertainment appropriate for children.
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| Hysterical bitch.
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| I cannot approve of a woman using power tools. Whole fuckin' world's going to hell in a hand basket. ( 2 )
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| God damn lady's auxillary of the fuckin' nut hatch.
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| I cannot contemplate a greater horror than an armed woman. ( 2 )
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| Just because I'm aroused doesn't mean I approve.
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| Oughta be illegal for a woman to be so provocative.
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| Fry that goose up, have myself a Chrismas dinner...
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| I might just stuff that goose myself.
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| Even the law is subject to temptation. My god but she is a provocative woman. ( 2 )
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| Reminds me of my own sweet mother.
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| Prime Time - Franco Barbi
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| You can't trust a small man. ( 2 )
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| Organized crime is going to be the death of this country.
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| Enemy of my enemy. He may be a criminal but so long as he's killing commies I may look the other way. ( 2 )
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| Fuckin's leper-looking leprechaun. ( 2 )
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| Looks like he got set on fire and stomped out. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Italians. Worse even'n Irish. I cannot abide a racial impurity impossible to spot at distance.
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| Big city little shit's got another thing coming if he thinks he's gonna be taking what's mine.
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| Fuckin' baby talk makes me fuckin' sick. ( 2 )
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| Might just put that aborted half-asshole out of his misery. ( 2 )
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| Rotten fuckin' state of the world when the criminals got guns and the police are as good as helpless. ( 2 )
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| S'like somebody cut a man in half, stuck some eyeballs in his asshole and taught him walk backwards.
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| Why don't I get a gun? The hell kind of sense does that make? ( 2 )
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| They oughta give a gun to somebody responsible. Somebody with a respect for the law.
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| Runt of the litter ought to be strangled at birth.
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| Drugs are gonna be the death of this country.
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| It boggles the mind, that God could be so generous to some and so parsimonious to others.
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| Give that half-sized pile of shit a gun and leave me here with my dick in my hand. Greatest god-damn injustice I ever heard of...
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| You gotta wonder what the pecker on a little guy like that even looks like.
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