Gina: Let's play hide and seek. I hide, you seek professional help.
Emily: fuck you.
Emily: If you have five bits or garlic bread, and someone asks for two, how many do you have?
Gina: Five.
Emily: Ok, if you have five bits or garlic bread, and somebody forcefully takes two, how many do you have left?
Gina: Five. And a dead body.
Gina: SEX!
Emily: *appears*
Gina: now that I've got your attention, get some therapy.
Gina: *Singing History Hates Lovers.* Stash the truth, hide the evidence.
Emily: Will do. *Points gun at her.*
Gina: WOAH WOAH WOAH-
Emily: How'd your parents meet?
Gina: My dad was in prison, and he tried to call his brother to break him out, but he messed up the number -idiot- and ended up dialing my mom's number by mistake, but he didn't want to waste a phone call, so they talked for like, ten minutes then decided to call again.
Emily:
Gina: Yours?
Emily: University..?
Gina the uber eats human: Hey, who ordered tai food?
Emily the broke and touch deprived: I did, but I don't have any money~
Gina the pissed off uber eats human: Why the fuck would you order food then? *Leaves and slams door.*
Gina: I hate you.
Emily: I hate you.
Gina: I hate you.
Emily: I hate you.
Gina: I hate you.
Emily: I would not complain if you kissed me.
Gina: I hate you
Emily: I hate you.
Gina: I hate you.
Emily: *Playing piano and singing to Gina.* Everybody gets tired! But right now I'm just tired of you!
Gina: Calling your boyfriend daddy is weird as fuck.
Emily: I found your fucking handcuffs.
Gina:
Emily: And your collar.
Gina:
Emily: And your le-
Gina: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Gina: I HATE YOU!
Emily: I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE!
Gina: I'LL JUMP OFF A BRIDGE AND TAKE YOU WITH ME!
Emily: I WILL FUCKING- oh my god, SMALL DOG! *Points at a small fluffy dog.*
Gina: hOLY FUCK, SMALL DOG! *Grabs phone to take a picture.*
Emily: Isn't your mom in a toxic marriage?
Gina: Isn't your mom in the ground?
Gina: You ever look in a picture of yourself and think 'Eek, I do not look good'
Emily: Yeah.
Gina: Oh, great! Because I was hoping you could explain what that's like.
Gina: *Pops a balloon.*
Emily: *Screams.*
*Later.*
Emily: *Messes up Gina's room.*
Gina: *Screams.*
Emily: We don't agree on everything...
Gina: But we do both agree that...
Both: Consent is hot!
Gina: *Holds up Drunk Elephant detangling spray.* What brand is this?
Emily: How the fuck should I know?
Emily: *Holds up Vampire Freaks skelekitty plushie.* What brand is this?
Gina: How the fuck should I know?
Emily: *Breathes.*
Gina: SHUT THE FUCK UP, STOP FUCKING TALKING, I JUST WANNA GET OUTTA HERE AND ORDER A FUCKING TO-GO BUCKET FROM KFC, EVEN THOUGH I DON'T LIKE KFC AND KFC IS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Emily: Is G insecure? Pursuing allure? Flitting between this trend and that, is nothin' working?
Gina: IGNORE HER CHIRPING!
Emily: Every day, she's got a new format
Gina: You're lookin' at the future! SHE'S THE SHIT THAT COMES BEFORE THAT!
Emily: *Slaps Gina.*
Gina: Ow! Bitch, that hurt!
Emily: you know what really hurts? When you're eating popcorn, and one of the shard thingies stabs you in the throat.
Emily: SPELL 'THE'
Gina: UH... T-H-U. WAIT, FUCK-
Gina: *Sitting in her car.*
Emily: *Walking past with a bag of groceries in her hand.*
Gina: *Beeps her car horn.*
Emily: *Screams and throws the bag at the car.*
Gina: *On top of a ladder.* I'm scared Em.
Emily: Do you trust me Gina?
Gina: Yes.
Emily: Fall back then!
Gina: Ok! *Does a trust fall.*
Emily: *Steps out of the way.* Rule number one, never trust anyone.
Gina: Hey, you doing ok?
Emily: Not even remotely.
Gina: Good to know. Bye.
Gina: You know what, I'm just gonna say it.
Emily: Then say it.
Gina: I don't fucking care that your mom is dead.
Gina: *Doing her makeup.* I gotta doll up before I go out. All this wasn't an accident *Gestures to herself.*
Emily: Oh trust me, you were.
Emily: I can't swim.
Gina: Wonderful! *Shoves her into a lake.*
Emily: Gimme a tequila.
Gina: This is a Wendys.
Emily: *Throws a few bank notes at her.* Just make it happen.
Emily: I was young and depressed.
Gina: uh-huh?
Emily: but after many years and hardship...
Gina: uh-huh????
Emily: I'm no longer young!
