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Mob Member:
I don't want to be part of a mob to kill a black dude

Townie:
You can do it. Cut his f***ing balls off.

Chief Wilson:
Marvin, do you worship the Dark Lord.

Rianna:
I just want to thank everyone who sent me food and letters of support, especially the mentally handicapped child who sent me this sweet book of poems.

Marvin Mange:
She read my poems.

Marvin Mange:
Freeze Puke. Put down that VCR. Put it down. Oh you bought it did you?... Oh you have a receipt do you?... My mistake... I'm new on the force.

Miles:
If you don't wanna be my friend anymore because I'm black, you just let me know.

Marvin Mange:
Now that's some good badger milk.

Sgt. Sisk:
Ladies and gentlemen, our suspect is not human. He is at home in the bush. Shoot to kill. Any questions?

Mob Member:
Oh, yeah, yeah, I got a question there. When do we get to light our torches?

Sgt. Sisk:
When it gets dark.

Mob Member:
Ah, I see. Oh, hey, I got another question there. Suppose, hypothetically, you know, a guy had already lit his torch. I mean, it'd be cool if he could just keep it lit, huh?

Sgt. Sisk:
Yes.

Mob Member:
Oh, excellent. Excellent.

Sgt. Sisk:
Now, if there are no more questions -

Mob Member:
Oh, hey, hey, hey, I got another question. Hey, uh, if one part of the mob gets separated from another part of the mob, shouldn't there be a place that we can get together? Maybe a secret place the two mobs could reunite, and we'd be a big mob again.

Sgt. Sisk:
Stay with the mob.

Mob Member:
Stay with the mob. All right.

Sgt. Sisk:
Right.

Mob Member:
Hey, hey, hey, I got another question. Hey, uh, doesn't this guy deserve a fair trial?

Sgt. Sisk:
You - back of the mob!

Mob Member:
"Back of the mob"? What? This is my spot! I came early!

Sgt. Sisk:
Okay, *out* of the mob!

Mob Member:
Ah, this mob blows.