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"Able Fox Five to Able Fox... I've got a target,
but ya gotta be patient."
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"I feel like a fugative from the law of averages."
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I made it! I owe you a'nuther fifty bucks.
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Tell the boys to line up. We got fruit juice for breakfast!
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"Remember that warm, soft mud last summer?"
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"Me future is sealed, Willie. I'm gonna be a perfessor on types o' European soil."
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"Tell them leaflet people th' krauts ain't got time fer readin' today."
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"Them buttons wuz shot off when I took this town, sir."
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"Radio th' ol' man we'll be late on account of a thousand-mile detour."
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