Marcie: Armand darling, we need to talk about your will...
Armand: Well, what about it? I thought it was fine?
Marcie: The only thing you wrote was 'bury me with seven extra bones to fuck with archeologists'.
Armand: So, you're not gonna respect my last wishes?
***
Yuki: I think it's only fair to warn you that I'm practised in the art of...origami.
Salma: Paper folding?
Yuki: Oh...I was hoping you wouldn't know what that was.
***
Taeka: *annoyed* I think I'd make a good girlfriend.
Edith: *angry* You'd make a GREAT girlfriend!
Taeka: *angry* Yeah? Well, I think whoever ends up with you is going to be damn lucky!
Edith: *angry* Yeah? Well, not as lucky as whoever ends up with you!
Emory: What am I look at?
Adonis: *done* They're angry flirting again.
