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Some arent exact, but...
Ralph: I bent my wookie...
Ralph: Me fail english? That's unpossible!
Ralph: It smells like hot dogs! (When refering to the electric chair room)
Ralph: This tastes like grandma!
Cheif Wiggam: What? Let me taste that... **Takes bite of tomaco** My God it DOES taste like grandma.... We'll take a bucket, or a bushel, or whatever you sell!
Bart: Mom it's broken... Mom it's broken... Mom it's broken... Mom it's broken...
Elmo: ELMO KNOWS WHERE YOU LIVE!
Bret Hart: This house smells like old guy...
Saleswoman: And there's a local wrestler right down the street!
Wrestler: RAAWWR!
Bret: I'll take it!
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