Time For Number Nine (Without A Good Rhyme)

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Henry: We just got a letter, we just got a letter, we just got a letter, I wonder who it's from!
Letter: "Hey, Henry, just wanted to say I just saw some random dude flirting with Charles. I didn't want to have to tell you in person, so I wrote this letter- Reginald."
Henry: *Pulls out knife* We are gonna go murder, we are gonna go murder, we are gonna go murder, oh boy it's time to kill!

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Burt: What time is it?
Burt: I asked Sven, and he said it's love yourself o'clock.
Burt: I'm going to erase myself from existence for the next hour so I don't have to participate in this.

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Henry: Ah, here you all are... my four most trusted advisors.
Sven: Uhm... there are five of us.
Henry: Yeah, but I'm not completely sure Burt even exists yet.
Burt: Saaaame, bro. That is a whole mood right there.

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Burt: Someone told me that there's no way to tell if we're in a simulation or not.
Burt: Three existential crises, twelve cups of coffee, and a meltdown later...
Burt: I'm only feeling about 0.00001 percent better.
Burt: And 99.9999 percent more exhausted.
Burt: I think I'm going to go drink myself to oblivion now.

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Kidnapper: We have your brother.
Burt: No you don't.
Kidnapper: Then who keeps making very odd and specific threats about crashing into us and telling us weird random facts about helicopters?
Burt: Oh god you have Charles.
Kidnapper: Can you take him back please?
Burt: And miss out on this vacation? Not a chance, buddy.

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Burt: *Slams head on desk*
Sven: What happened?
Burt: I forgot the password to my computer.
Sven: Did you write it down somewhere?
Burt: Yeah.
Sven: Where is it?
Burt: ...
Burt: On a Docs. In the computer.
Sven: *Trying not to laugh* Did you try password recovery?
Burt: Yeah.
Sven: Then what's wrong?
Burt: Read the computer screen.
Sven: *Reading aloud* To access password recovery, please enter password so we can verify the user... *Starts laughing*
Burt: I don't know which dipshit invented this system, but they gonna get SLAPPED as soon as I know who it was.

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Charles: You're under arrest!
Henry: *Thinking about Tunisian Diamond* What did I steal?
Charles: Lowers gun* My heart.
Henry: ... And that, kids, is how I met your father.

(Or...)

Charles: You're under arrest!
Henry: You'll never take me alive! *Jumps out window*
Charles: But- my pickup line!
Charles: Henry! Come back!

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Charles: Being a helicopter pilot is hard. I only get about six hours of sleep a night.
Henry: Only? I get four or five on a good night.
Reginald: That much? I get three.
Sven: Two here.
Burt: I don't understand the language you're speaking. Wtf is sleep?

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Henry: I have gay panics a lot.
Henry: It's not that I'm panicking over guys or anything.
Henry: I'm just hella gay and have anxiety.
Henry: So if you ever catch me staring at you and forgetting how to breathe...
Henry: It's not because of your insanely good looks.
Henry: It's because I literally forgot how to breathe.


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