Ashley: Stacie told me that instead of being sad, I should 'go get it, girl.' So I'm going to go get it, girl.
Jessica: Get what?
Ashley: Unclear. I'll get everything, just to be safe.
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Beca: I am not going to have sex with someone to get them to stop talking to me.
Stacie: Really? You and I are very different.
Beca: Yeah, I noticed.
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Flo: Want a drink?
Fat Amy: Can you imagine getting drunk before giving a big speech? Getting kicked out of your niece's christening and then, only later, once you've sobered up, realizing you don't even have a niece? It's like, who was that kid?
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Stacie: I've never seen your boobs. Why haven't I seen them?
Beca: ...Why do you want to see them?
Stacie: You're my best friend!
Beca: Again, why do you wanna see them?
Stacie: Okay, consider this
Stacie: Supposedly you have an accident. You're horribly disfigured and I've to identify you, and all that remains are your private parts. I'm standing there and saying, "Sorry, I can't help you, because no, I haven't seen my best friend's boobs," and boom, you're buried in a mass grave.
Beca:
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Beca: Okay, look, Stacie's tried to get me to work out for years. It didn't take. Also, and it's not an excuse, I have a very bad back.
Chloe: Your bad back?
Beca: Yeah.
Chloe: You gave me a piggyback ride two days ago and you giggled the whole time. It was awesome.
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Stacie: You can't have more than one best friend
Beca: Says who?
Stacie: Says logic
Beca: Well, I call bull on your logic, because you're my best friend too
Stacie: *definitely not tearing up* Okay
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Stacie: Beca, when I die, I don't care who else is at my funeral as long as you're there.
Beca: Of course I'll be there. The murderer always shows up to throw off the cops.
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Beca: I kissed Chloe.
Fat Amy: What?! When?!
Beca: She came by our room right after you left.
Fat Amy: I was only gone for thirty seconds! What did you do, shine a bat symbol on your vagina?!
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Cynthia Rose: Lilly's at that very special age when a girl has only one thing on her mind.
Aubrey: Boys?
Cynthia Rose: Homicide.
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Jessica: [finding a squirrel] Hello, my exotic princess!
Ashley: What a charmingly inappropriate greeting, Jess.
Chloe: I think she was talking to the squirrel.
Ashley: Well, now I feel a bit... rejected.
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Emily: Can I go see my girlfriend now?
Beca: No
Emily: Why not?!
Beca: Chores before whores
Emily: Mama, stop
Chloe: Dishes before bitches
Emily: MOM
Beca and Chloe: *high fives*
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