After tapping on Gil's Queen Helvetica mark
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Hey there, Lisa. Why, you remind me of my daughter. Prettiest girl in the Quad-Springfield Tri-Area!
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You're trying to sell me something, Gil. What is it?
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Nothing. I was just saying you're the spitting image of my little girl.
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Oh, how she loved buying my products!
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Really. You sold steak knives and life insurance to your own daughter?
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And she drove a hard bargain, let me tell ya!
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She's a smart one. Like you.
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And pretty. Again, like you.
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Please buy something.
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I bet you don't even have a daughter. What's her name?
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Uh... Stanley. Stanley Grace.
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Oh, who am I kidding. I shoulda known I could never get you to buy a life-sized magical princess castle from me.
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Even if it DOES come with a matching pink gown. And tiara. And sash that says "HER MAJESTY".
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Gimme!
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On Declining the offer
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Gee, Homer, I hate to see your daughter so sad.
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My "daughter", as you call her, can't feel actual sadness.
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As "she" is a sequence of 1s and 0s programmed by a nerd at EA.
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Same goes for "me", "you" and "whatever you're trying to guilt me into buying". It's all just 1s and 0s!
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C'mon. It's a beautiful princess castle! Only 175 donuts!
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I hate you. Or rather, "I" "hate" "you".
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On Accepting the offer
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Congratulations on your new Castle!
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But of course, no castle is complete without steak knives. And do I have some beauties right here. Only 19.95 donuts!
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OUT OF MY WAY!
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