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Charlie: (in a southern accent) Yep, you best get to stepping, cause Johnny law's a-comin'!
Dennis: You might want to start driving because she called the cops on us.
Mac: Why's he talking like that?
Dennis: Well, wild card over here decided to lose his mind.
Charlie: (in a southern accent) I say, I say, that's just damn preposterous, boy.
Dennis: Well, now you're just talking like Foghorn Leghorn!
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Mac: You're about to experience the hard knocks of a free market, bitch. Get ready to feel it where it hurts.
Charlie: Your dick!
Mac: No, not his dick. His--his wallet.
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Mac: Guys, why aren't the brakes working?
Charlie: Because I cut the brakes! Wild card, bitches! Yeeeeeeee-haw!
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Dee: You're planting a baby monitor?
Frank: Yeah. A lot of people are bugging their babies these days. I guess babies can't be trusted.
Dee: What exactly is it you're expecting to find here?
Frank: Lotta shady shit.
Dee: Like what?
Frank: Like maybe Bruce is banging dudes.
Dee: Why would that be shady?
Frank: Maybe the dudes are babies.
Dee: What?! Bruce is not banging any baby dudes.
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Mac: Yeah, is there any way that we can talk to your boss because I think he would understand more better.
Bank Clerk: My boss is a woman.
Mac: Really?
Dennis: Your boss is a woman? Now, this is a strange bank.
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Mac: I'm the brains, you're the looks, Charlie's the wild card, and Frank is the muscle.
Charlie: Well, what's Dee?
Mac: She's the useless chick.
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Charlie: Hells yeah! We want to fill you up, if'n you were so inclines as to let us.
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Mac: I think we've got to stick to the paradigm that we set up. The A-Team...
Charlie: No, no, no! Your paragon is failing us, man.
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Mac: Frank, does that waterboard really work?
Frank: (laughs) You bet your ass! I got Dee to admit to things she never did!
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Mac: We're getting plowed in the ass by the oil companies and the gas companies. With their ten-gallon hats and their rotten, ass-plowing hearts. So, as the brains of this organization, I came up with a plan.
Dennis: Lay it on us, bud.
Mac: It involves pulling up our bootstraps, oiling up a couple of asses and doing a little plowing of our own. Pow! (Charlie gives him a bewildered look) Not gay sex.
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Dennis: (to Dee) Go away, I'm trying to draw breasts and pretty women.
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Charlie: I can be very sensual with a woman, all right? (points to the Bank clerk) You will enjoy it.
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Dennis: I kind of can't believe that you guys took off your shirts back there, man. I feel like you really sold me down the river. The Ghostbusters would never do something like that to each other.