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Beca: the sun... is so bright....

Stacie: you're looking at a picture of Chloe smiling.

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Chloe: wow, it's really muggy out.

Beca: if I walk outside and see all of the mugs on our lawn, I'm breaking up with you.

Chloe: *sips coffee from a bowl* interesting

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Aubrey: sorry, I'm late.. I was doing.... stuff.

Stacie, entering the room a little disheveled: I TRIED TO KISS HER AND SHE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

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Chloe: *holds her hand out* can you hold this?

Beca: ...it's just your hand

Chloe: yeah

Beca: *holds her hand anyway*

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Chloe: Beca... your face needs something

Beca: What is it?

Chloe: it needs my kisses

Stacie, hissing: I'm going to fucking kill everyone in this room if the sexual tension doesn't die down.

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Stacie: who's turn is it to give the pep talk?

Aubrey: *sighs* ...Beca

Beca: be sexy and fuck shit up.

Beca: ...but DON'T die!

Chloe: *wiping tears* inspirational.

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Chloe: I know she's having a miserable time. We have best friend telepathy. It's like my brain is receiving phone calls from her.

Beca: Well, you have a bad connection. Hang up.

Chloe: Uh-uh. I can sense these things. Remember when Aubrey broke her leg and I sensed it?

Beca: That's because you fell on top of her and broke it.

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Beca: I want you to take all your feelings about Aubrey, and put them in a box. And then I want you to close the box. And then you're going to lock the box.

Stacie: Well, that sounds healthy.

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Cynthia Rose: I know 200 ways to kill a man.

Lilly: You could glue a jar of rats to his face and blowtorch the other side of the jar so the rats have to eat their way through his face.

Cynthia Rose: ... 201.

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Beca: Hey, I'm back from the stor-.....again?

Emily: [stuck on top of the fridge with a pot on her head and a nerf gun in her hand] I saw another spider. Nowhere is safe. We'll rendezvous in Nova Scotia. I'm burning the house down.

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Aubrey and Beca hugging: WE WON WE'RE THE BEST ON THE WORLD!!

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