Just when I (half-)expected things would turn out for the better, they could actually get nastier.
Hmm. Interesting.
I won't leave the movie house until I get sick and tired of all the petty drama and I go puking all over the place and on every one's faces.
Care for a corn on the cob? While you're at it, how about a metal plate?
Will somebody, please, pass me the popcorn.
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