| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 91% | 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. | ▶️ |
| 86% | Hey, Scotty! Can you get this machine to work? I'm getting a little hossy squat, Captain. If I push it any harder, the whole thing will blow. | ▶️ |
| 90% | September 2nd 9 31 p.m. Oh wait now where we getting bombed going to the military station down here apparently they think we found an underground ammunition factory over here I guess it'd be wonderful | ▶️ |
| 90% | I'm not even getting a pulse of just very breathing. There's still so much heart. Even when I change the bandages of lighting, I'm just finding food. Why? Why is keeping that child alive? I can't stand it any longer. Watch out for it. | ▶️ |
| 87% | Okay, I'm gonna have it, I'm getting out of here! | ▶️ |
