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Welcome to Marathon. May I help you?
Yes.
How may I help you?
You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile
off your rosy fucking cheeks.
Then give me a fucking automobile.
A fucking Datsun,
a fucking Toyota,
a fucking Buick.
Four fucking wheels and a seat.
I don't care for the way you're speaking.
I don't care for the way
your company left me in fucking nowhere
with keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there.
I didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway
and across a fucking runway
to get back here to have you smile
at my fucking face.
I want a fucking car
right fucking now.
May I see your rental agreement?
I threw it away.
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy, what?
You're fucked.
Planes Trains and Automobiles
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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