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Pepe Le Pew:
[after "shooting" himself] I missed! Lucky for you.
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Pepe Le Pew:
Do not come wiz me to ze Casbah - we shall make beautiful musicks togezzer right here!
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Pepe Le Pew:
I am ze locksmith of love, no?
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Pepe Le Pew:
Quelle est? Ah, le belle femme skunk fatale.
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Pepe Le Pew:
This little love bundle. Now she is seeking for us a trysting place. Touching, is it not? Come, my little peanut of brittle. I will help you. Wait for me. Wait.
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Pepe Le Pew:
Un smelle vous finay.
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Pepe Le Pew:
What is this? Oh, but of course. This little one wish to commit suicide to prove her love for me. What a sweet gesture. Nevertheless, I must prevent it.
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