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Michael Moore

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He is probably choking on a pretzel or something. I hope nobody tells him that I have won this award while he is eating a pretzel. ... He has the funniest lines in the film. I am eternally grateful to him.
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Statement about US President George W. Bush, at press conference after winning the top prize at the Cannes film festival for Fahrenheit 9/11; quoted in Reuters reports (22 May 2004) and in Barkham, Patrick (2004-05-24). "Moore scoops Palme d'Or with attack on US president". The Guardian.

 
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