Knife: Come to dinner tonight. I can't cook, but I'll bring plenty of free wine.
Pickle: Marry me.
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Pickle: Bro-
Knife: No, no, hold up, rewind.
Knife: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??
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Pickle: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I'm near mine, I start acting stupid.
Knife: You always act stupid.
Knife:
Knife: Wait...
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Knife: Are we fighting or flirting?
Pickle: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-
Knife: Your point?
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Paper: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?
OJ: It was autocorrect.
Paper: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?
OJ: Yes.
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OJ: I'm trash.
Paper: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?
OJ:
OJ: You smooth motherfucker.
OJ: And yes it does.
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Paper: OJ and I are no longer dating.
OJ: Paper, that's a horrible way of telling people we're married.
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Paper: Let's watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
OJ: Okay.
Paper: And make out during the scary parts.
OJ: Th-
OJ: The scary parts.
OJ: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
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OJ: How the hell did you crash the car?!
Salt : So I was just driving today, right? And my navigation told me to go straight.
Salt : I was like "woah, that's homophobic". Instead, I went gay. And, THAT'S when I got into an accident.
OJ: ...
Pepper, with a proud smile: And THAT'S who I'm in love with, ladies and gentlemen.
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Salt : I'm in love with you.
Pepper: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.
Salt : I know.
Pepper: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-
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Pepper: I'm proud to identify as morosexual. I'm attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.
Salt : What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?
Pepper, already taking off their clothes: God, Salt , you're so fucking stupid.
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*Salt and Pepper flirting with each other yet again*
OJ: And you two are sure you're not dating?
Salt : 100%.
Pepper: Of course not! Why would you think that?
OJ: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, Pepper. I fucking wonder.
