| Probability | Text |
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| 66% | D-Town style, yo we play this game, it's the Quad City DJ's and yo we call it the train So if you wanna ride this thing, just come on down the train Me goin' around, pull on this jumbo ball, but you're next again Come on, your sister ain't gon' free pack up that Choo choo, ride on it Choo choo, and boo, you need to stop faking and come home with me I wanna take you home with me, to be alone with me And I can see you on my high, just be right, baby And please don't knock it, until you ride it So to all of you girls you know I'm calling your name Michelle's your maker and try, you wanna ride this train | ▶️ |
| 60% | So what do you think, Doctor? I have shown improvement, haven't I? Well, Sarah, here's the problem. I know how smart you are. You know, I think you're just telling me what I want to hear. I don't think you really believe what you're telling me today. I think if I put you in minimum security, I'm just trying to escape again. You have to let me see my son. Please. Please. He's a great danger. He's naked without me. I could just make a phone call. Afraid not. Not for a while. I don't see any choice but to recommend to the review board that you stay here for another six months. Please. I'm so stuck here. I'm holding up. I'm going for my number. I'm going for my number. Yes! You can't see me. I don't know how to do that. No, you're not. No, you're freaking her out. Stop! | ▶️ |
