Jack: Pack up your stuff and go home, muzzle face!
Eiji: Thanks for the advice, smelly. But I'm stayin'! Coronary!
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Jack 1: Oh my god! My evil twin! Wait a minute, am I that ugly?!
Jack 2: Who are you calling ugly, Jack? I got the looks, dude.
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Jack: Oh no, a former marine. I eat marines for breakfast.
John: Well, then come and get it, lard butt!
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Jack: King! You look more and more feminine with each year.
King: Feminine? Why, you really know how to hit a nerve, you pig!
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Jack: The flying monkey man comes back. How about some peanuts?
Lee: Kee, kee. How about a talon up your strap, pal?! Kee! Kee!
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Jack: Ohhh, tricky Micky the boxer boy. Eat my shoe... boob boob bedoo.
Micky: Read a lot of Yeats, huh? The poet of Southtown, pansy!
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Jack: What do you want to do with such a big stick?
Mr. Big: It's a weapon, fatty. That only I can handle!
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Jack: Oh, relax. I'm not gonna kill you. Well, maybe won't!
Robert: Who's nervous? I just had too many cups of the ol' joe today.
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Jack: Well then, which bone shall I rip off first? The arm? The leg?
Ryo: That's which limb should I rip off first, idiot! Limb...!
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Jack: Karate artist... Sounds not much strong!
Takuma: You don't seem to know the art of Karate or grammar.
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Jack: Oh, you! Well, this should be a breeze.
Temjin: I like a man with confidence. Lightly broiled, that is!
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Jack: Oh boy, dessert! I don't wanna hurt you. So why not submit now?!
Yuri: This story seems to get darker with each guy I meet... grim city!
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Cake walk, dude. Go back to your mother's apron strings.
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I thought you had guts, kid. But you only have a lousy wardrobe.
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Will the phoney Jack please lie face down on the pavement.
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