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NARRATOR ON TV: Today at 4:00.

I can no longer keep up with the herd.

-(EARL GROANS) -Hello, fat boy.

Uh, so, this won't be a total loss,

I mean, I almost threw her past the tar pit entirely.

What would be the big deal if nobody threw Grandma into the tar pit?

my name is wol.

Eat all you want. You'll be worth the hernia. (CHUCKLES)

Uh, see that? That's you on your Grandpa Louie's back,

What's the matter, sweetheart? Not tired?

Well, not on slow-mo. (LAUGHS)

Gene(Wreck It Ralph): That is starting to bother me

-Ready! -Set, throw!

-There he is, Robbie, my baby. -(ROBBIE CHUCKLES)

started by a wise old dinosaur named Bob LaBrea.

to the top of the mountain and fling her bony butt to oblivion.

can stand shoulder to shoulder with the highest of the high.

Therefore, I wish to be hurled from the highest cliff into a tar pit.

-BABY: Not the Mama, not the Mama... -(GROANS)

-In the tar? You mean actually in the tar? -Yeah.

And I want you to have this, it's a sea-shell necklace

-Lowest of the low? -For the rest of your life.

But now I am old. I am slow.

You don't remember your grandpa, do you? You were very young when he was hurled.

That's a keen and brilliant observation, sir.

and you have no choice but to flatter me in return.

-That's an interesting notion there, Fran. -Isn't it?

Now we have supermarkets.

-(EARL GRUNTS) -If you stop and think about it,

"Earl Sinclair, no genius, no big shot,

-Eat. -(MUNCHES)

Nice hang-time, pally boy.

"but did you see the loft he got on his mother-in-law?"

-But, Frannie... -I do not want you to respond to her.

-I'm throwing her! -Ow!

Because of my position and social standing,