Gem (in court for murder): God forbid women do anything
｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡
Gem: While I'm gone, Scott, you're in charge.
Scott: Yes!!!
Gem, whispering: Impulse, you're secretly in charge.
Impulse: Obviously.
｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡
Grian: Cleo and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us
Etho: *Sighing* What did Cleo do?
Grian: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...
Cleo: Who wants a steering wheel?
｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡
Jimmy: How petty can you get?
Martyn: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.
｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡
Jimmy: Let's watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
Martyn: Okay.
Jimmy: And make out during the scary parts.
Martyn: Th-
Martyn: The scary parts.
Martyn: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡
Lizzie: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.
｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡
Lizzie, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.
Jimmy: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!
Lizzie, with the tone of someone who is used to Jimmy: Outstanding.
Lizzie: This is what I'm talking about people.
