A few we missed -
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I call naming my musical entourage after this
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1920’s style uncomfortable feeling ray
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I warming you dog
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Hi woman named for a mineraloid gel found mainly in Australia and employed in jewelry
We should like to acquire your bases, should that meet with your approval.
I give up. 
ETA: never mind. I got it as soon as I hit submit.
ETA: me too.
I grow weary of these unsatisfactorily erudite people of troubled ancestry who feel such a need to metaphorically release fecal material during an otherwise engaging discussion.
Shit! I blew the quote! It’s from J. P. Donleavy, and it goes like this –
*Sir, I refer you to your socks, the holes in which you might find useful for sieving the larger of your teeth for museum exhibit after I have knocked them from your tedious head.
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Bless your heart.
May your backup drive be unrecognizable by all known means of connection.
God only hummed on the day you were born.
The old ones are often the best: Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
I… I… disagree. - Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I do disagree.
Now, I said it.
You can’t have any candy. No, that would be mean. One piece.
</john waters>
Please stop it! They’re all looking at us.
Not only did all of you clearly order breakfast from the stupid food menu, you ordered it from the stupid food children’s menu.
Each day here is better than the next.
Well aren’t you sweet?
I refer you to post #24 sirrah! You are a cad and a bounder, with poltroonish tendencies!
You’re all gay.
Except the gay ones, you’re all straight.
I hope that every political partisan on the Dope from either side accidentally votes for the wrong party.
And you, dear sir, have a rather more-so-than-generally-regarded-as-safe-and-effective predilection for the porridged oats.