Donald: Well, I was nervous.
Jack: What about me?
Donald: Oh, come off it, man. You're so cool, you piss ice cubes.
Jack: It's a hereditary thing in my family, y'know. Uhh, nerves, colitis, y'know.
Donald: Colitis? Y'know, that must be horrible being a professional killer with colitis.
Jack: Yeah, that's what.
Donald: They hear you coming, don't they?
Doreen: I never thought I'd be contemplating marriage to a man who owned an automatic assault rifle.
Donald: It's not automatic, hon. It's semiautomatic. Automatic weapons are illegal. And why are you using the word "contemplating?"
Doreen: I just mean, Donald, you seem so different.
Donald: Hey, Frizzer, I'm no different, I'm just armed.
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