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Jason: You keep hugging Elisa when she's upset. Next thing you know, she's gonna fall in love with you. Is that what you want?

Tim, scoffing: Is that what I want.

Damian, loudly as he passes by them: Yes.

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Elisa, to Tim: You talk a lot of shit for someone who can't choose rude dialogue in games because you're scared of hurting a character's feelings.

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Elisa: What do you want, Jason?

Jason, uncapping a permanent marker: Just give me your hand.

Jason: [draws line around Elisa's ring finger]

Elisa: Jason, why did you draw a ring?

Jason, showing off his hand with matching ring drawn by marker: Now we're married.

Jason: Forever, Elisa.

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Tim, entering the room: I am invoking the "no judgement" clause of our friendship.

Elisa:

Elisa: Tim, what have you done?

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Tim, cowering in fear: what do you want from me?!

Elisa, standing in front of Tim: [bites into the whole kitkat bar like a heathen]

Tim, crying: Please.... stop....

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Dick, texting: Answer your phone.

Elisa, texting back: Give me a second, I can't find my phone.

Dick: Understood.

Dick, five minutes later: You're a terrible person. You know, you're killing me. You're killing me, Elisa.

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Tim: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here.

Elisa: Actually, Tim, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

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[coffee shop au]

Tim: Can I have a Venti Vanilla Latte, with , uhh, seven shots of espresso?

Elisa, the barista: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

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Elisa: What is wrong with you?

Tim: Loaded question. Elaborate.

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[TimEl as kids]

Tim: Where's the chips? I thought you went to the store?

Elisa: [mumbles]

Tim: what?

Elisa: I couldn't reach them! They were on the stop shelf!

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Tim: Do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Damian: You are a hazard to society.

Elisa: And a coward. Do twenty.

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