| Probability | Text |
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| 48% | No more shines, Billy. What? I said no more shines. Maybe you were here by the way. You've been away a long time. They didn't go off there, pay. I don't shine shoes anymore. Relax. Read a quick letter. What's coming to you? I'm gonna break your balls a little bit. That's all. I'm only kidding with you. Sometimes you don't sound like you're kidding. You know, there's a lot of people around. I mean, I'm only kidding with you. I'm in a party. I mean, I just came home. I haven't seen you in a long time. And I'm breaking your balls and you're right where you're getting fucking fresh. I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm gonna offend you. I'm sorry. It's okay. I'll be right back. So... I'll go home and get your fucking shine box. | ▶️ |
| 50% | You say daddy? Bill is my new boyfriend. But you're only a woman! You can't make important decisions like that! I mean can she, old boy? Of course not! Well, consider the facts, you see. Women are silly, frivolous, empty-headed creatures. I grant you they're useful and decorative. Like a teapot. Damn it all, you wouldn't expect a teapot to make up its own mind if it goes out with, would you? Ah, well said. Good point! | ▶️ |
