Respond with a Telltale game quote

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    Thank-You-Mr-Winslow...!
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    Let this locket lead you back to your body the way our map has led us to adventure!
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    Back! Two-Three-Four!
    Left! Two-Three-Four!
    Right! Two-Three-Four!

    Left! Two-Three-Four!
    Right! Two-Three-Four!
    Back! Two-Three-Four!

    Right! Two-Three-Four!
    Left! Two-Three-Four!
    Back! Cha-Cha-Cha!
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    I was ripped off!
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    Ha! That blend was just a decoy! It only has ten herbs and spices!
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    As vaguely referred to on TV!
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    With a stick of gum in them!
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    Cat knuckles? How barbaric!
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    I must have left them with my other pair of pants!
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    Pants! Come here, my pants!
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    Great. Now my pants AND jacket smell of bacon.
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    Oh, sure. Blame the demon broth.
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    Do you have anything edible?
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    Ooh! Lucky for you! I just got this pre-owned box of chicken beaks in just now! Like right just now!
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    Do you have any ketchup?
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    There's ketchup on the computer!
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    No thanks, I've already had lunch!
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    This computer catsup is better than the regular kind. Or that purple kind!

    http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail75.swf
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    You might want to explain some of your more elaborate terms to my more technology-challenged pal.
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    What the hell is a gigawatt?!
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    Nope. Sorry. Drawing a blank.
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    It's boring times like these that I like to kick back and ponder the intricacies of existence. Like, why do my nipples exist? I don't even use them that much anymore.
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    This is heavy...
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    ...And this is my new weapon.
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    I'm gonna buy me a sceptre; and I can't promise I won't wave it around in front of you, forever reminding you of this moment.
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    I need that like I need a fourth nipple.
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    That is some Bleeped of Bleep, man!
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    Back then, it was considered a form of treason to print the word "poop" in the paper.
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    And then the player must shame the paper into defeat by filling it full of lewd phrases using the pen.
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    No thatnks. This paper probably contains too much Winslow for me.
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    Better get the serious toothpaste!
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    That's good, that's good, even though he might not have any teeth. What else?
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    Great Scott! I like my office. Its warm in my office. Its quiet in my office. There are no maniacal gnomes or chainsaw-wielding waitresses in my office. *Sigh.
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    Ah, poor little paranormal critter. If it didn't slash us to bits I was going to name it Tippy.
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    Sarendor wrote: »
    No thatnks. This paper probably contains too much Winslow for me.

    Actually, it's: "It'd be improper to read someone's personal love letter. Plus, I'm sure it's chock full of more Winslow than I can handle."
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    Just me being lazy again.

    Anyway, I looked at your script this time, and this is the result:
    That's right. Mine is the name that pirates fear the most. Edward
    "Snugglecakes" Van Helgen.
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    Like Fruitcake!
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    I'm a guy, I can be physical. But I'm not a piece of meat.
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    Pour gravel on your stump please, ma'am.
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    Seabiscuit!!! Mmm... I love these things.
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