Dewey Cox: "I can smell again! I smelt it! I smell you."
Darlene: "Smell it."
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Dewey Cox: "Oh, you been driving me wild. I smelt it! I smelt it! I smelt it, God!"
Darlene: "It's a miracle!"
Dewey Cox: "I swell you, flowers. I smell you, twig. I smell horseshit! Ah! It's horrible! But I can smell it!"
Darlene: "Smell that shit, baby!"
Dewey Cox: "I smelt it."