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Wow, have not cut yet.

That also was ours.

Do you can explain why someone

have to make a profit...

whenever we

water to boil?

Or every time a child

drink a glass.

Or every time a pensioner

turn on the stove.

Before the speculators pulled

paste of the land and houses...

- Now take out the gas.

- Every time you open your mouth...

loose a f***ing speech

Do not you get tired of hurting it?

- Thanks, but I'm not angry.

- But we do not want to hear.

You do not understand. Every day I

light cut more people, gas...

And give, and give!

You ever get tired?

The "lumpen proletariat", yes. Thought

you when they invented the word.

- Come on in...

- I'm serious.

- You're the perfect representative...

- And the suckling pig comes to us...

Bye, guys.

Can not you see we are working

down here?

- Stevie.

- What?

Get out, walking.

Let's shoot this thing.

Larry, lean back.

But what are you doing?

Do you not see that there are people going?

Do you not see that there are people going?

I tell you there are people, cocoons.

Do not you see?

Are you cranks or what?

- What?

- That there are people retarded!

- Come, jodis not the sow.

- We will not stand here all day.

- Backpedaling.

- Take off in the middle, come on.

Come on, Larry, do not be a bore.

Backpedaling.

The hell, you bastards!

Are you happy?

It gives me more to have broken

an intermittent.

You're going to have to currar about

few Saturdays to pay for this.

- Here it is, smart-ass!

- You are morons.

It could have been a kid.

Look at these lazy bastards.

Not work for anything.

The working class

not work.

It makes me laugh. Tell them to stay

sitting all day...

and are happier

pigs in sh*t.

- What? Already the time?

- For you, no.

There comes a burden

lime and sand this afternoon.

I want those empty flats

for Wednesday...

because we will begin to drop

the shutters on Monday morning.

I just passed through the dining room, Gus.

It is most hygienic.

This morning there

a pair of rats there.

Insurance also

are pointing to the strike.

Look! If you have even taken

a deck.

Eventually, they form a circle.

The uncle of the letters,

into the street.

- Who has got?

- Smurph.

Guileless, innocent, simple.

Seven letters.

Naive.

- "In-ge-nuo. Maybe.

- Always good to have you vocabulary.

Before it was very like you.

Candido, simple... Innocent.

A lovely word.

Very broad.

- Come on, cut off the pace.

- That's it.

- It's going to get behind the stove.

- Be careful.

- Wait.

- There it is.

Care.

Here goes!

Not let him escape!

- Do not touch that. Leave it where it is.

- So we will see better.

Cut the jokes, Larry...

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