Sam: Sock, Sock, don’t do something stupid.
Sock: Sam, I am almost certainly going to do something stupid. It’s in my blood. You know that.
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Sock: Coupons? El Diablo not forkin’ out the big bucks, huh?
Gladys: Just ring me up so I never have to come back here.
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Sam: There’s no way you’re being this nice to me.
The Devil: Hey, I’m not Ted. What a dick.
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Greg: What happened to your hair?
Sam: Uh, nothing.
Greg: Oh, so that’s on purpose.
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(pulling out a thermos)
Sock: Give me your cup.
Ben: That’s hot chocolate?
Sock: Key lime martini.
Ben: Ummm, classy.
Sock: All the way, baby.
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Sock: So, did he get all foamy at the mouth and twitchy when you zapped him?
Sam: Not really.
Sock: Too bad. You probably did it wrong.
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Ben: We have until then to commit yet another felony.
Sock: Kinda gets you pumped, right?
Ben: Yes it does.
Sock: Let’s do a little biz-nas.
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Sock: Why would a demon be into angel figurines? It’s like a cat banging a dog.
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The Devil: Come on, go all Barry Bonds on my ass.
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The Devil: Well, you know, I’ve got to say, it was very classy of you not to go for the crotch.
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Ben: What’s this?
Sock: A book.
Ben: Ummm, Sock, reading gives you a migraine.
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Sock: All right, we gotta go to my house so I can pick up one of my sports coats.
Sam: Uh, you don’t own a sports coat.
Sock: We gotta go to your dad’s house so I can pick up one of his sports coats.
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The Devil: Ooh, you know what I could go for? Bloomin’ onion. You in?
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