(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
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“You mean to tell me that there’s no law that a guy which he ain’t right can go to work and marry a girl and-?”
“I know lemons are green, for Christ’s sake, you see them in the store they’re green sometimes.”
“Come on, kid, put sump’m behind it, you can’t hurt me.”
“Well, Marco, till he came here she was never out on the street twelve o’clock at night.”
“I worked like a dog twenty years so a punk could have her, so that’s what I done.”
“I mean like me- I can’t cook, I can’t sing, I can’t make dresses, so I’m on the water front.”
“I don’t want to hit you, Eddie.”
“I mean you ever think of oranges and lemons on a tree?”
“What do you say, Marco, we go to the bouts next Saturday night. You never seen a fight, did you?”
“The guy ain’t right, Mr. Alfieri.”
“I knew where he was heading for, I knew where he was going to end.”
“You have no recourse in the law, Eddie.”
“He’s a cook, too!; He sings, he cooks…”
“She wants to get married, Eddie. She can’t marry you, can she?”
“If he’s here to work, then he should work; if he’s here for a good time then he could fool around!”
“Maybe you should keep more here. Because maybe she thinks it comes so easy you’ll never get ahead of yourself.”
“I take the blankets off my bed for him, and he takes and puts his dirty filthy hands on her like a goddam thief!”
“It ain’t so free here either, Rodolpho, like you think.”
“No, no, he didn’t hurt me. I was only surprised.”
“The child has to grow up and go away, and the man has to learn to forget.”
“...but through the years, there is too much love for the daughter, too much love for the niece. Do you understand what i’m saying to you?”
“Mr. Alfieri, they’re laughin’ at him on the piers. I’m ashamed. Paper Doll they call him. Blondie now.”