#outside joke

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Davis: I played a practical joke on him.

Fitzy: Somebody slashed the tires on my car.

Karen: You slashed his tires?

Davis: Pretty good gag, uh?

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Hank: People just think of it as garbage. But, really, it’s like a wet sticky bag of half-rotten clues.

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Hank: You can tell a lot about people when you collect their garbage, especially if you take time to rifle through it a little bit.

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Lacey: You’re the crazy outsider with the hare-brained ideas, and I am the trusted local with all the common sense. Huh? In your face! How do you like it? Oh yeah!

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Oscar: Plus you're emotionally closer to him than we are.

Lacey: He's your only child. You've raised him since birth.

Oscar: Exactly. I'm done.

[depressedfruitsnacks]

it’s because you’re always behind that damn gingerbread desk

[dougielombax]

Inside jokes imply the existence of outside jokes.

…

Wait…

Those are just regular jokes everyone can understand.

Aren’t they.

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Karen: We’re in Dog River now, but if we went through those doors, God knows where we’d be.

Wanda: You’d be in the can. It’s a door to the bathroom, not a vortex to another dimension.