Damien: Brian! I can't do this stupid math!
Brian: What's the math problem?
Damien: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don't multiply.
Vicky, covering Oz's ears, while Brian smacks Damien upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.
Oz: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?
Brain: Excuse me Mx. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you?
Sawyer: What the fuck is wrong with you two?
Vicky: I know you love them.
Oz: I am not in love with Liam!
Vicky, staring at Oz: I never said who...
Oz: *realizes*
Oz: Shit. Well, anyways-
Polly: Oz, you were so wasted last night.
Oz: I wasn't that drunk!
Polly: ...You called a taxi home.
Oz: Yeah! It's called being responsible!
Polly: The party was at your house.
Oz: ...Crap.
