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Ray K: There's red ships and green ships but no ships like
partnership. Fraser: All right, Ray, you're starting to blither. |
Fraser:
When I first came to Chicago, I felt as though I was from another planet.
Ray K: Which you are. |
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Ray K: You admit that I'm right or I'll
pop you in the head. Fraser: We're now dealing with logic now, are we? |
(To criminal) I will beat you to death with this empty gun. |
| Pitter patter let's get at her. | Period. Dot it. File it. Stick it in a box marked 'Done'. | |
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Look, Fraser, just once I would like to say--'Rack that bad boy and cover me!' | Fraser: I'd like
to talk to him. Ray K: Torture. That's a good idea. I never thought of that. Fraser: That's... that's very funny, Ray. |
| Scalper:
Hey, you need Leaf tickets? Ray K: Leafs suck. Scalper: Leafs rule. Ray K: Hawks rule. Scalper: Hawks suck. Ray K: You suck. Fraser: You are bilingual, Ray. |
Ray K: You lick anything, I mean *anything*, I’m gone. Fraser: Understood. |
Fraser: I
hate to admit it, but I lied to him. Ray K: Oh, nothing happened, did it? You weren't struck by lightning, sky didn't fall in. Fraser: Well, not yet, but it might have. It might well be the start of a slippery slope. Ray K: Oh yes, I believe you're going to Hell in a handcart. |
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On the inside I'm a poet, on the outside--shake, bad guys, shake! | Ray K: You *are* unhinged...
Fraser: You think? |
| Fraser: You
know, Ray, it’s sad. It's sad and pathetic to watch a grown man gloat over
besting a dog.
Ray K: You have your hobbies. I have mine. |
Ray
K: You ever feel like you don't know who you are? Like if you
weren't around somebody or had somebody wasn't around you, that you wouldn't be
you. Or at least not the you that you think you are. You know, you ever feel
like that?
Thatcher: Never. Ray K: Me neither. |
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