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My mind can never know my body, although it has become quite friendly
with my legs.
-- Woody Allen, on Epistemology
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Peter: Look, you got anything you could possibly want right here, now just eat your cinnamon bun, and stop being a bad dog.
Brian: [gasp] How dare you? How dare you!
Peter: How dare I? How dare I? Were do you think you're going?
Brian: [angrily] Out.
Peter: Hey, you're not going anywhere without your leash.
Brian: I don't need your damn leash, and I don't need you! I'm going for a walk. [shuts door]
Peter: Don't worry. He won't get far without this. [shows something strange]
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"I am sure he wouldn't keep eating them if they were addictive."
(Hogfather)
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