Randal, to Faride : My life is in the hands of an idiot...
Faride, motioning to Junior : No no no, two idiots.
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Hrvoje : What the fuck is wrong with you?
Rafa : Wow, you could start with a good morning.
Hrvoje : Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?
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Aurélio : I'm the smartest, wisest person in this group.
Christopher : Is your hand stuck in a vending machine?
Aurélio : I paid for my Mars Bar, I'm getting my Mars Bar.
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Seppl : Hey, could everyone please come to class tomorrow so we can start our assignment?
Kevin : What topic are we doing?
Mario : Which class?
Philipp : Are you guys trying to kill me?
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Djibi : You will not die at the hands of quicksand. Ask me how I know this.
Paxten : How do you know this?
Djibi : Quicksand doesn't have hands.
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Rafa : I want to spice things up.
Kristijan : You know I can't handle spicy food.
Rafa : I meant in the bedroom.
Kristijan : I don't think it matters where I have it.
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Kevin : Diant, I'm not helping you.
Diant : Why not? Is this because I once betrayed you?
Kevin : Yes, it was our last interaction.
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Gonça, to Timmy : Hey babe, I made you this mixtape for Valentine's Day. I don't know many love songs, so it's just Uptown Funk eighteen times in a row.
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Philipp : Quick! You have to hide me!
Mario : What? Why? What's wrong?
Philipp : I jokingly told Seppl that I don't believe in oxygen. Now he's on the war path!
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Timmy : I don't do romance.
Kevin : You're making a Valentine's Day card for Gonça right now.
Timmy, holding a glue gun like an actual gun : You're on thin fucking ice.
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