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fictional adults

Mommy Mearest, dramatically: They called me a fool.
Tabi, sick of Mommy Mearest's shit: They weren't wrong.

Pico: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night.
Garcello: All I drank was Redbull!
Pico: How many?
Garcello: Eighteen.

Boyfriend: Hey, I say we go down there, kick Mommy Mearest's door in, and let her know that we're in town.
Pico: That ain't the way we do things here. We may have to go in there and run a con, drop a bug, do the smooth talking.
Boyfriend: Okay, you come with me, you do the smooth talking, let's go.
Pico: No, we just can't go in there and kick down Mommy Mearest's door. We need a plan.
Boyfriend: Well who makes the plans?
Pico: Sarvente.
Boyfriend: Sarv, what's the plan?
Sarvente: You guys are gonna go down there, kick Mommy Mearest's door in, let her know you're in town.

*Something crashes*
Boyfriend: Shoot-
Whitty: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?!
Spirit: *floating by the room calmly* What died?

Mommy Mearest: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.
Pico: Screw that, I'm not kissing any of you.
*Boyfriend walks in*
Pico: Fine, I'll do it. Rules are rules you know

Boyfriend: Girlfriend! I can't do this stupid math!
Girlfriend: What's the math problem?
Boyfriend: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don't multiply.
Annie, covering Garcello's ears, while GF smacks BF upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.

Girlfriend, excitedly: Heeyy!!
Sarvente: Hey, someone's excited.
Tord, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.

Pico: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Boyfriend without him noticing?
Ritz: Hey, BF, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.
Boyfriend: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.
Pico: ...

Spirit: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!
Tord: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

Pico, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles.
Boyfriend: Fine! Then I'll be Jake-
Selever, under his breath: Don't say Jortles.
Boyfriend: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

Tord: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff.
Whitty: Oh, that was all real.
Tord: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!
Whitty: If I'm gonna be sacrificed, I'm gonna do it right.