Chapter CXVIII - Pitch Perfect Quotes (Part 2)

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Aubrey: Your wife is a complete child!

Chloe: She is not!

*Beca walking downstairs in her Ewok onesie*

Beca: Don't mind me. I'm just getting some milk and cookies before I go to sleep. I put the milk in the microwave for ten seconds, don't I, Chlo?

*Aubrey turns to Chloe with raised eyebrows*

Chloe: Whatever. I still love her.

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*Chloe is trying to get her drunk wife into bed*

Chloe: Okay, drunky, let's get you to bed.

Beca: I sleep on boobies?

Chloe: What? No, we need to get you into your pyjamas first.

Beca: I sleep on boobies.

*Beca's head falls onto Chloe's breasts and falls asleep*

Chloe: *sighs* I really should keep a record of how many times she's done this.

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Stacie: Wow, Bec! Nice room!

Beca: Thanks. Chloe helped me renovate.

Stacie: I really like the artwork on the walls. Very classy.

Beca: Thanks. Chloe wouldn't let me have Star Wars so I had to have abstract instead.

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Beca: *deep in making new mixes*

Chloe: Babe, can we watch a movie together?

Beca: *ignores her*

Chloe: I'm going to order pizza. What do you want?

Beca: Barbecue chicken, garlic bread, and Mountain Dew.

Chloe: *rolls eyes*

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Aubrey: Stace, I really don't think you should be wearing low-cut tops anymore.

Stacie: What? Why?

Aubrey: One: because people gawk at you. Two: because you lose stuff in your boobs.

Stacie: Oh, don't be ridiculous! I do not!

Stacie: *reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a set of keys*

Stacie: Oh... So that's where my car keys went...

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Beca: *arguing with the Bellas*

Beca: I am NOT a softie!

Chloe: *shivers* Oh, it's a bit cold in here, isn't it?

Beca: Here, babe, put this blanket around you. I'll make you a hot chocolate but I'll get your fluffy socks first. Here, *removes the jacket off her back* wear this in the meantime. I'll put the heater on as well. The Bellas can just piss off if they're not happy about it.

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*Beca and Chloe are in a pet store*

Chloe: But they're so cute, Bec!

Beca: Chloe, we are NOT getting a bunch of rabbits!

*The next day*

Chloe: *sitting down next to Aubrey with a cage* This is Tam-Tam, Bobby, Skippy, and Hops.

Aubrey: You've got Beca wrapped around your finger, don't you?

Chloe: Oh, totes but don't tell her that. It's important that she thinks she has a bit of say in our relationship.

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Aubrey: *drunk* Excuse me, ma'am. Federal Boobie Inspector. I need to inspect some weapons of mass destruction.

Stacie: By all means, Officer! Whatever I can do to help.

Aubrey: Hm... Looks like I need to remove a layer of clothing to properly examine them.

Stacie: Of course. Would you like some assistance?

Aubrey: Mm, I would LOVE some assistance...

Fat Amy: Girls, this isn't how Cops and Robbers work.

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Chloe: *dancing to the Chicken Song in a chicken costume*

Stranger: Hey, is that your wife?

Beca: I want to say no but I've seen what's under that costume so, yes, that's my wife.

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Chloe: Bellas, I'm making dinner tonight. What do you want?

Beca: *casually* McDonald's.

Emily: *gasps* McDonald's?

Fat Amy: McDonald's?

Stacie: McDonald's?

The Bellas: McDonald's! McDonald's! McDonald's!

Chloe: *turns to Beca* See what you've done?

Beca: *shrugs* They know what's the good stuff.

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