Maniac Cop (1988)
They don’t make cops like him anymore. He was one of a kind.
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They don’t make cops like him anymore. He was one of a kind.
Whenever a big white man picks up a banjo, my cheeks tighten.
You broke into my house, stole my property, murdered by servants and my pets, and THAT is what grieves me
I hate mummies. They never play fair.
We have a certain way of doing things here. And you better find out what that way is or there
Jakten på å finne ut hvem Friend er fortsetter.
Oh my god! I’ve killed Harry Potter!