"Maybe this was a bad idea. It's freezing."
"Here."
"Oh my god, could you get more cliche?"
"Are you saying you don't want it?"
"No."
"Seriously? How can you not know how to put on a freaking jacket? Here, let me help."
"I know how to put on a jacket, idiot. Yours is just really huge."
"I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult."
"You should take it as- stop! You're just tangling it more!"
"Well if you would stop wiggling."
"Oh my god, my hair. My hair oh my god stop."
"How did you manage to get your hair in the zipper? It's like a foot below your head and you have short hair. Really, how do you manage?"
"Shut up and help me."
"This is really tangled. Like, really tangled. I'm not sure how to get this out."
"Oh god I'm going to have my hair stuck in your jacket for all of eternity. I'll forever be known as Jacket Girl."
"Hey Jacket Girl, do me a favor and stop complaining while I try to fix this."
"Ugh."
"Yeah, it's not getting any better. I think I might be making it worse."
"Get someone from inside, maybe they can help."
"No, don't worry. I have a multipurpose tool somewhere around--ah! Here it is."
"Please don't tell me you're planning on--What are you doing? Oh my god, what tool are you using on my hair? If it's scissors I'm gonna-"
"Look, all fixed!"
"Did you just cut off my hair?"
"You're not tangled anymore!"
"Stop avoiding the question. Did. You. Just. Cut. Off. My. Hair."
"Don't worry, it doesn't look bad. I'm actually very good at-"
"Oh my god. You did didn't you?"
"I might have."
"I hate you. I really, really hate you."
"Don't worry, I know."
