Lethal Weapon 3

Murtaugh: Riggs, everyone else is outside. Only me, you and this cat are dumb enough to be in here. Riggs: Nearly a CAT-astrophe, huh?

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Riggs: I'M PISSED OFF. YOU NEED A REASON?! Officer 1: I thought I heard gunfire. Riggs: WELL, GET YOUR HEARING CHECKED!! Put that away! Towel-Wearing Person: Hey, man. Peace. [walks away]

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Riggs: Hiya, Hubie! We're lookin' for a friend of yours named Travis. Hubie: I never heard of him. Riggs: Never? (jabbing Hubie in the eyes) [imitates a buzzer] Wrong answer. Wrong answer. [imitates a buzzer]

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Tyrone: What the hell! It's Jack Travis! Murtaugh: That's what I wanted, baby.

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Murtaugh: Do you have to solve everything with your fists? Riggs: Well, I couldn't use my gun, there were people around.

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Murtaugh: I knew you couldn't stop smoking. Riggs: I'm only smoking to take my mind off my dog biscuit problem. Murtaugh: What dog biscuit problem? Riggs: Well, I've been chasing more cars lately, and uh, y'know , when I try to lick my balls I keep falling off the couch.

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