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Brazil
Peter: Yes, now here's the plan. We'll enter through the air conditioning duct here. Which will be guarded by lasers three inches above the floor, now you'll have to squeeze yourself to the size of about a sponge and then crawl across the floor like a dolphin or some other amphibious mammal.
Brian: Can I buy some pot from you?
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Fry: "Hey, my girlfriend had one of those. Actually, it wasn't her's, it was
her dad's. Actually, she wasn't my girlfriend, she just lived next door and
never closed her curtains."
Leela: "Fry, remember what I told you about always ending your stories a
sentence earlier?"
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It is when I struggle to be brief that I become obscure.
-- Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Horace)
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Finagle's Seventh Law:
The perversity of the universe tends toward a maximum.
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