"Heeey! Hello in there! Hey--what's so important? Whatcha got here that's worth living for?"
"Tuuuuuuh blaaaaaae..."
"True love! You heard him! You could not ask for a more noble cause than that."
"Sonny, true love is the greatest thing in the world...except for a nice MLT--a mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich--where the mutton is nice and lean, and the tomato is ripe. They're so perky; I love that. But that's not what he said! He distinctly said "D. Blaine", and--as we all know--"D. Blaine" is that super-boring sideshow numbskull that doesn't really do anything, but attracts large crowds of people who are even less productive. And yet--yet!--he manages to bore those people. Tah-dah! If he's got a talent, that's it: a precise and culling attraction to the lowest intellects, who wish to be moved still further down the list. Take it from me, Miracle Max, it's the lowest form of the dark arts. I refuse to be party to idiomancy. Here, you can bury him in this holocaust cloak."
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Nice. Although I used to rather enjoy his street magic when that was shown on tv, his stunts just bore me. I don't think I would ever have paid the slightest attention had it been anyone else. Dude needs some explosions.
I thought it sounded like he might have said "Tony Blair"...
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