Horace- *walks into art museum*
Horace- I am here to donate myself.
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Fiona : I am a mother.
Enoch- Stray cats don't count.
Fiona, slamming her hands on the table: They are MY CHILDREN.
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Emma- Okay, here's the plan - we go in, I start hitting people, and we'll see where it takes us.
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Jacob : Sorry I broke your pen.
Hugh: It's okay, I stole it from Horace.
Horace: Actually, it's Emma's.
Emma- I took it from Millard.
Millard: I believe the pen's yours, Enoch. I got it from your desk.
Enoch:
Enoch: You're all going to hell.
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Horace: This tea is so hot.
Horace: Why do the things I love most keep hurting me.
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Hugh: So I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for ten minutes, or 4,000 degrees for ONE minute.
Fiona: HUGH NO, THAT'S NOT HOW YOU MAKE COOKIES
Hugh: Floor it?
Fiona: Hugh, NO
Hugh: HOW ABOUT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR ONE SECOND?
Fiona: YOU ARE GOING TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN
Hugh: I'M GOING TO HARNESS THE SUN TO MAKE COOKIES
Fiona: HUGH NO
Hugh: HUGH YES
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Millard: Dumbest scar stories, go!
Horace: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.
Emma: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.
Enoch: See this little scar on my arm? I got that when Horace dug his nails into my arm during a sad movie.
Jacob: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.
Everyone: ...
Jacob: I have emotional scars
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Millard: Enoch! I know you did something.
Enoch: Whatever do you mean?
Millard: You've always done something. It's a lovely day out, we're all having a good time. What have you done?
Enoch: You mistake me for some sort of scoundrel.
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Bronwyn: Don't you think that's enough incineration for one day, Emma?
Emma: No, I do not.
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Someone: Who's in charge here?
Millard: Well, usually that's whoever yells the loudest.
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Emma: All I remember thinking is that "fire will make it better"
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Bronwyn: Where's Claire?
Enoch: She's small; she's probably under something.
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Jacob: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?
Millard: You are strong.
Emma: You are weak.
Enoch: You are stupid.
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Enoch rollerblading into the room with sunglasses and a virgin daiquiri : Horace, you're not gonna bloody believe this,
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Emma: Love is in the air!
Enoch, spraying a can of Febreze and holding his shirt over his nose: Not anymore.
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Miss Peregrine: Since you won't be able to contact me for a week, I've left a complementary bowl of advice.
Miss Peregrine: For instance, "Enoch, stop doing that". Just applies to everything.
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Horace: What do I bring to the table?
Millard: That's easy. You're the cute one.
Horace: What?
Millard: I'm the smart one, Bronwyn's the cool one, and you're the cute one.
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