I wish to make a complaint! | Sorry, we're closing for lunch... | | Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this pope. | Oh yes, ah, Pope John Paul II... What's, ah... W-what's wrong with him? |
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I'll tell you what's wrong with him. He's dead, that's what's wrong with him. | No, no, he's ah... he's resting. | | Look, matey, I know a dead pope when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now. | There, he moved! |
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| No, he didn't, that was you pushing his head! | I never!! | | 'ELLO POPEEEEE! POP-EE! POPE JOHN PAUL! YOUR HOLINESS! WAKE UP! | Well, he's... he's, ah... probably pining for Gdansk. |
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| He's not pinin,' He's passed on! This pope is no more! He has ceased to be! He's expired and gone to meet its maker! This is a late pope! He's a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the throne he would be pushing up the daisies! His metabolical processes are of interest only to historians! He's hopped the | | | |
| twig! He's shuffled off this mortal coil! He's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible! This.... is an EX-POPE! | Well, we better replace him, then. | | The pope is finally dead. | Tonight on the O'Reilly Factor. Why that commie, pinko bastard never sent the Vatican's Swiss Guard to Iraq. |
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| | | | Here -- he says he's not dead! | What, are we gonna do that bit now? OK, well... he will be soon, he's very ill. |
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Breaking news, the pope is not dead. | I would give a heartfelt apology if that leftist, papist, McGovernite hadn't been so un-American that it made my skin crawl. | | | No, you're not -- you'll be stone dead in a moment. |
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Ooops, I kicked the plug. | Ah, thanks very much. | | The pope is dead, again. No, really. We're pretty sure. | Against the death penalty?!? What are you kidding me! Who do those Vatican-insiders think they are!?! |
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