Those «Cotton Comes To Harlem» cops are at it again!
Only brute force kept them caged! But every man has his breaking-out point.
No greater love than that of a feuding father and son.
The contract with the madman was an oral agreement . . . he fed them a line and the swallowed it!
We're both on the Bum, Baby--only I know where I want to go!
Corky's comin': Smell the rubber burn. Hear the women scream.
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Винни Пух идет в гости
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Джентльмены удачи
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Офицеры
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Тени исчезают в полдень
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Освобождение: Битва за Берлин
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