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Post by Captain Spencer on Oct 22, 2019 2:28:11 GMT
Listen, punk. To me you're nothin' but dogshit, you understand? And a lot of things can happen to dogshit. It can be scraped up with a shovel off the ground. It can dry up and blow away in the wind. Or it can be stepped on and squashed. So take my advice and be careful where the dog shits ya!  |
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Post by Captain Spencer on Oct 22, 2019 2:31:14 GMT
Every day for the past ten years, Loretta there's been giving me a large black coffee. Today she gives me a large black coffee, only it has sugar in it; a lot of sugar.  |
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Post by Captain Spencer on Oct 22, 2019 2:42:46 GMT
I'll come back...when you're less bereaved.  |
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Post by alpha128 on Oct 22, 2019 2:49:38 GMT
Harry Callahan: Well, we're not just gonna let you walk out of here. Crook: Who's we sucka? Harry Callahan: Smith and Wesson... and me. 
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Post by alpha128 on Oct 22, 2019 2:53:33 GMT
Captain Briggs: Don't you lecture me, you son of a bitch! Do you know who I am? Do you know my record? Harry Callahan: Yeah... you're a legend in your own mind. 
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Post by alpha128 on Oct 22, 2019 3:01:07 GMT
You're a dinosaur, Callahan. Your ideas don't fit today.  |
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Post by Captain Spencer on Oct 22, 2019 16:29:52 GMT
Go ahead. Make my day!  |
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Post by alpha128 on Oct 23, 2019 1:07:10 GMT
Here's the ballistic reports for the Kruger and the Wilburn killing. I think you'll find they match up perfectly.  |
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Post by Captain Spencer on Oct 23, 2019 19:10:27 GMT
You better send somebody over to Ray Parkins' place, she's getting ripe.  |
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Post by Captain Spencer on Oct 23, 2019 19:24:27 GMT
I'll show you what the hell dogshit is, Callahan.  |
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Post by Ass_E9 on Oct 26, 2019 2:01:07 GMT
 "Hey, mister. Is that your dog?" "Why? Do you want him?"
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