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that the average man can see much better than he can think.
-- Ladies' Home Journal
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Professor: Some say I'm robbing the cradle but I say she's robbing the grave.
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Fry: Lucy Liu-bot, if I don't survive the corn, I want you to know that I
love you as much as a man can love a computerized image of a gorgeous
celebrity, which it turns out is a lot.
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Peter: Lois, I can't find my favorite pair of underwear.
Lois: Which one? The one where you ripped hole in it from when you got stuck in that airplane bathroom from when you got the trots?
Peter: No, I'm looking for the pair from when I had to hold it in because it was that extra long Palm Sunday service and I thought blowing gas would offend Jesus so I let it rip in the vestibule after service and it sounded like Louie Armstrong.
Lois: Top drawer.
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