Noel: you're pathetic!
Ocean: You're pathetic-er!
Karnak, about to cut his own cord: you're both losers.
Noel: *singing to themself as they wash dishes.* oh oh, he'll never learn to read, oh oh, he's never gonna breed- oh FUCK.
Mischa: *Siiiiiiiigh*
Mischa: I miss my fiancée, Jane. I miss her a lot. I be back. *Smashes vodka bottle then leaves the room.*
Noel: personally I think it's normal to gossip about your friends a bit.
Ricky: except Jane.
Mischa: oh, obviously never Jane.
Constance: god, could you imagine?
Ocean: we'd have to be psychopaths.
Ocean: Yeah, Constance and I don't use pet names.
Noel: Mhm.
Noel: Hey, what do bees make?
Ocean: ...Honey?
Constance, from the other room: Yeah sweetie?
Ocean: ...
Noel: Don't ever lie to my fucking face again.
Jane Doe: oh look, a train
Mischa: we're at a train station?
Ocean: *Absentmindedly singing to herself as she goes about her day.* For I sang songs until the break of dawn, I embrace a- DAMMIT.
Noel: Where the fuck is my gender?
Constance: I thought it was trash so I threw it out.
Noel: Dammit Constance.
*Babysitting*
Jane-Doe: *Holding the baby* Why won't it stop crying?
Mischa: Mid life crisis, maybe?
Ocean: He's two??
Noel: Yeah, and un-vaxxed, the theory checks out.
Noel The Siren: 🎶Ooooh lets fuuuuuuuuck🎶
Mischa The Pirate: I have a fiancée.
Noel The Siren:
Noel The Siren: Heard you wouldn't fight a siren.
Mischa The Pirate: bitch said WHAT *Boat zooms towards the Siren island*
Ocean: *sob* I only got a ninety seven on the test!
Constance: hey, that's not so bad. I only got a sixty two.
Ocean: oh my gosh, you did soooo good!
Constance:
Constance: didn't you just-
*Both drunk.*
Mischa: I miss my Talia...
Noel: I miss my phone.
Jane-Doe: Have you guys heard about cats?
Jane-Doe: They go meow, not that any of you care.
Ricky: I care very much, please continue.
Jane-Doe: Ok get this, their ears are very pointy.
Jane-Doe: It's nice to have plants in your room.
Ocean: Yeah, except for when they gain sentience and plot to eat everyone in the world.
Jane-Doe: ...what?
Ocean: *Hits play on Little Shop of Horrors.*
Ricky: No word in the English language has a double-O except food.
Ocean: Foolish kooks like this are proof that preschool education is important in childhood and that choosing the right books and tools to learn is more important than Hollywood. Pull up a stool, re-enter the classroom, and learn some coordination, you hooligan.
Mischa: how the fuck do you spell showferr
Ocean: Chauffeur.
Mischa: Ooo fancy pants rich magee over here fuck you.
Noel: Next she's gonna be using that shit in a sentence.
Noel, looking over Jane-Doe's shoulder as she navigates her first internet argument: Ok, now type 'kill yourse-'
Ocean, first meeting Mischa: You're accent is so interesting, are you Russian?
Mischa: *Increasingly heavy breathing*
Ocean: Noel didn't even talk about anything real!
Ricky: *Two feet away planning the most batshit crazy lore dump for his fictional universe.*
*Texting*
Mischa: Hey gorgeous how you doing?
Noel: She's asleep, this is her brother.
Mischa: Hey handsome how you doing?
Constance: Hey Jane, could you go buy a bag of flour? Oh, and if they have apples, buy six.
*Later*
Jane-Doe, walking in with six bags of flour: They had apples.
