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Whenever the wind whistles through the leaves, I’ll think Lowenstein
A patented old family recipe
Why must you turn my museum into a house of lies?
Oh no dad’s been raked!
Shake the prune juice off those buns!
Smithers, dismember the corpse and send his trainer a corsage
♪ I’m the baddest kid in grade number two ♪
You know the old saying, out with the old, in with the nuculeus
Man, that is flagrant false advertising!
Cubicle Coma 