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Tim: You can trust me.

Celia: I don't even trust the way you just said I could trust you.

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Dick: [throws open the door]

Tim: So you two ARE having sex!

Jason and Elisa: [sitting on the bed, reading books]

Elisa: We are? Jason, why didn't you tell me? I could've put my book down.

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Elisa: Not everyone is gonna think I'm pretty and that's okay.

Tim: They're wrong though, obviously.

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Celia, via text: Dumbass Drake built a flamethrower.

Elisa: Oh my god.

Celia: You should probably get here.

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Tim, regarding his crush on Elisa: You don't know anything about me.

Celia: Please. I know everything. You are an open book written for preschoolers.

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Damian, carrying a large box in his arms: What would you say if I came home one day with six puppies?

Elisa: What's in the box?

Damian:

Elisa: What's in the box, Damian?

Damian: I think you know, beloved.

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Elisa, drinking the disgusting tea Tim just gave her, because she doesn't want to hurt his feelings: ... Mm..... What kind of tea is this?

Tim, watching in amazement as Elisa pretends to enjoy it: I just boiled some gatorade.

Elisa, trying not to visibly grimace: It's very good.

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Elisa, opening a first aid kit: Why would you fill this with cheetos?!

Dick, bleeding out: It was funny at the time!

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Elisa: If only there were somewhere I could sit.

Bruce: [points at an open chair in the room]

Elisa: [kicks the chair over] I wonder where I could sit.

Bruce, sighing: [motions towards his lap]

Elisa, sitting on Bruce's lap: I knew you'd catch on.

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Elisa, trying to open a can of tuna: Our can opener is broken.

Dick: So is it a can't opener?

Elisa: I can't believe I married you.

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