Charlie Conway:
[after Cole steals Charlie's lunch]
Oh, come on, my mommy made me brownies.
Fulton:
Yeah. Fresh warm ones.
Rick:
It's too bad about your bash brother. Heard he was too scared to leave home.
Fulton:
Portman ain't scared of nothing.
Cole:
Phew! What the hell kind of brownies are these ?
Charlie Conway:
I gotta tell her to stop using the horse turds in the recipe.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:34