WRITER'S CRAMP
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Famous Last Words
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Pass me the knife; I'll get your toast out.

Of course it'll hold our weight.

Don't worry; I've done this lots of times.

He's probably just hibernating.

Don't be so nervous; I can get a bus through there.

Why am I standing on a plastic sheet?

Are you sure the power is off?

What's that priest doing here?

This doesn't taste right.

Nice doggie.

What're you doing with the case; do you play violin?

Humpty, stop playing on that wall.

I can pass this guy.

look ma! no hands!

What's this red button for, Mr President?

Those mushrooms tasted funny, dear.

Oh yes, Hannibal ... you and whose army?

Don't worry, I know these minefields like the back of my hand.

A divorce? Over my dead body!

A mine? Don't be silly, it's a tin can.

Well, I can't smell any gas.

It's that white powder in the shed, dear. Why do you ask? Have we got rats?

I'll teach you! I'm changing my will first thing tomorrow.

Short back and sides, please Mister Todd.

Of course I'll love you tomorrow.