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There's a body in booth 101!
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There's a button in the terminal... the password is “Organic Vegetable”. Ahahaha! You’ll appreciate the joke soon enough!
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There’s a fence with a hole in it by the vending machine. I'll leave the stuff there; you put the money in the same spot. Understood?
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There’s a first time for everything! Just don’t drink it on an empty stomach!
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There's a joke about that, too. It goes...
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There’s a place where they could do a lot of good. The chemical plant has poisoned everything around it, and people are getting sick.
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There’s a reason behind everything in our lives, Evan...
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There’s a standard procedure. You get promoted when you earn enough Authority. Use the work phone to find out how much you need.
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There's an apple tree close to our building.
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There's been a murder.
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There’s been an explosion somewhere.
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There’s no arguing with that fat bastard...
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There's no better teacher than a book. They help you learn new skills.
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There’s no going back now. Nowhere to run. It's time to face the consequences of my actions.
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There's no secret to it, buddy. Have a swig of something strong, and your tongue'll loosen up.
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There’s no such thing as luck. If you know how to open locks, then it’s sure to come in handy some day. Inside the safe you find the remains of some…
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There's no time for that.
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There’s no time to do that today.
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There’s not enough time for a walk.
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There’s nothing better than red poppies.
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There’s nothing else you can do except envy him!
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There's nothing here.
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There's nothing interesting near the building. You return home.
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There’s nothing more to take.
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There’s nothing on him, James.
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There’s nothing strange about ‘em! We're at war - kill or be killed!
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There’s nothing there for me, you said so yourself. What else do you want?
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There’s nothing to be ashamed of, she is a really nice girl. And I think you two would make a great couple!
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There’s nothing to be happy about, Evan. I’m so confused...
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There's nothing to tell, we didn't talk much.
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There’s nothing to tell.
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There's nothing to understand. He might've failed to meet his quota or had some problems with the boss. The main thing is that there's no more…
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There’s plenty of screens there. You can connect to one of them and type up whatever I need to say.
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There's shortage of cloth because of the war.
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There's some. A bookcase, a bed, a TV and a kitchen.
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There's something of value in every person!
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There’s the chairman, the secretary and three deputies.
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Therefore, the patriotism emitters must be placed inside statues and busts of the Leader. We'll have just enough time for the procedure while people…
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Therein lies the challenge, soldier! You think you can just waltz in and get everything you want, just like that? Search for it!
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These are gross violations according to the standards published by Epidemiological Control last year! The only solution is his dismissal and arrest.
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These are hard times.
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These are some warm socks made from Missy's fur. They help with rheumatism and pain in the legs. Knitting is my hobby, you know.
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These bonds are my only hope, Evan! I’m desperate. How much longer do you need?
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These checkpoints screen for prohibited items and identify them immediately. We spent over 180,000,000 on the development of this technology.
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These clones will soon replace you, me and everyone else working in the Ministry.
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These documents are confidential. I don’t want any outsiders seeing them, but I trust you. I trust you won't read them?
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These idiots recently moved the department of information from the Ministry to the other end of the town. On the twelfth floor, no less.
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These rats will take anything that's not nailed to the floor! Though sometimes they take the nails, too.
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They all got food poisoning from contraband sausage! And wherever there’s contraband, there must be spies. You just have to put two and two together!
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