Harriet! Harry-it, hard-hearted harbinger of haggis... Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher. Un-trust... ing. Un-know... ing. Un-love... ed? He wants you back, he screams into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart. I am lonely! It's really hard! This poem... sucks.
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Harriet Michaels Do you actually like haggis?
Charlie Mackenzie No, I think it's repellent in every way. In fact, I think most Scottish cuisine is based on a dare.
Charlie Mackenzie How many people have you brutally murdered?
Harriet Michaels Well, brutal's a subjective term. What's brutal to one person might be entirely reasonable to someone else.
May Mackenzie Charlie, hand me the paper.
Charlie Mackenzie Mom, I find it interesting that you call The Weekly World News "the paper." A paper contains facts.
May Mackenzie This newspaper contains facts. Look at this. "Pregnant man gives birth." That's a fact!
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