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Yes, that is a very large amount of corn |
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Watch out--you might end up divided into three parts, like Gaul |
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Close, but no cigar |
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Well, if you don't understand plain Latin, I'm not going to dirty my hands on you |
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I think some people in togas are plotting against me |
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I don't speak Latin |
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I have this compulsion to speak Latin |
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There's no free lunch |
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I am the master of the universe |
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Stand aside plebians! I am on imperial business! |
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Your mother |
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Don't applaud. Just throw money |
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I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream |
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May conspirators assassinate you in the mall |
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I think therefore I'm depressed |
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Would I lie to you? |
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Up yours |
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Luke, I am your father |
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I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head |
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You do not know the power of the dark side |
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I'll drink to that |
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There is no place like home |
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You are being deceived |
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This hurts me more than it hurts you |
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Don't play with your food |
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