Cal : Would you slap Theo-
Stiles: Yes.
Cal: I didn't even finish!
Stiles: Sorry, continue.
Cal: Would you slap Person E for 10 dollars?
Stiles: I would do it for free.
Theo: Rude...
Lydia: You either buckle down and do your work or you'll end up at McDonalds.
Aiden: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work?
Lydia: NO-
Isaac: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don't set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It's risky and I like it.
Big Bad of the Season: Well, aren't you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you're out to save the world!
Stiles: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.
Jackson: More or less, I guess...
Cal: That sounds awesome! Let's do that!
Louise: I'm new here, but I am open to the concept.
Scott: I thought that's what we were doing, guys, come on!
*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
Theo: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
Corey: ...I did. I broke it.
Theo: No. No you didn't. Tracy?
Tracy: Don't look at me. Look at Josh.
Josh: What?! I didn't break it.
Tracy: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Josh: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Tracy: Suspicious.
Josh: No, it's not!
Cal: If it matters, probably not, but Louise was the last one to use it.
Louise: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Cal: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Louise: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Cal!
Corey: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Theo.
Theo: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
Cal: Theo... Tracy's been awfully quiet.
Tracy: rEALLY?!
*Everyone starts arguing*
Theo, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick... Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Stiles: We need to get through this locked door. Scott, give me your credit card.
Scott: Here.
Stiles, pocketing it: Thanks. Cal, kick down the door.
Scott: While I'm gone, Stiles, you're in charge.
Stiles: Yes!!!
Scott, whispering: Lydia, you're secretly in charge.
Lydia: Obviously.
Stiles: Croissants: dropped
Scott: Road: works ahead
Louise: BBQ sauce: on my titties
Cal: Shavacado: fre
Isaac: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead
Derek:
Derek, grumpy: I didn't understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
Ethan: When's the last time you slept?
Cal: Uh... a few days ago, I think.
Jackson: A few- how many?!
Cal: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...
Jackson: What you need is sleep!
Stiles, trying to impress Noah: I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.
Noah: Cal?
Cal: They turned it off and back on again.
Theo: Can I ask a dumb question?
Stiles: Better than anyone I know.