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debian-devel-changes
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I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to
see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.
-- Shirley Temple
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ARTHUR It probably seems a terrible thing to say, but you
know what I sometimes think would be useful in these situations?
LINT. What?
ARTHUR A gun of some sort.
LINT.2 Will this help?
ARTHUR What is it?
LINT.2 A gun of some sort.
ARTHUR Oh, that'll help. Can you make it fire?
LINT. Er...
F/X DEAFENING ROAR
LINT. Yes.
- Arthur and the Lintillas gaining the upper hand, Fit the Twelfth.
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If you have to hate, hate gently.
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Let us, then, fellow citizens, unite with one heart and one mind. Let us
restore to social intercourse that harmony and affection without which
liberty and even life itself are but dreary things. And let us reflect
that h