Jason: You keep hugging Elisa when she's upset. Next thing you know, she's gonna fall in love with you. Is that what you want?
Tim, scoffing: Is that what I want.
Damian, loudly as he passes by them: Yes.
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Elisa, to Tim: You talk a lot of shit for someone who can't choose rude dialogue in games because you're scared of hurting a character's feelings.
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Elisa: What do you want, Jason?
Jason, uncapping a permanent marker: Just give me your hand.
Jason: [draws line around Elisa's ring finger]
Elisa: Jason, why did you draw a ring?
Jason, showing off his hand with matching ring drawn by marker: Now we're married.
Jason: Forever, Elisa.
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Tim, entering the room: I am invoking the "no judgement" clause of our friendship.
Elisa:
Elisa: Tim, what have you done?
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Tim, cowering in fear: what do you want from me?!
Elisa, standing in front of Tim: [bites into the whole kitkat bar like a heathen]
Tim, crying: Please.... stop....
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Dick, texting: Answer your phone.
Elisa, texting back: Give me a second, I can't find my phone.
Dick: Understood.
Dick, five minutes later: You're a terrible person. You know, you're killing me. You're killing me, Elisa.
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Tim: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here.
Elisa: Actually, Tim, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.
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[coffee shop au]
Tim: Can I have a Venti Vanilla Latte, with , uhh, seven shots of espresso?
Elisa, the barista: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.
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Elisa: What is wrong with you?
Tim: Loaded question. Elaborate.
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[TimEl as kids]
Tim: Where's the chips? I thought you went to the store?
Elisa: [mumbles]
Tim: what?
Elisa: I couldn't reach them! They were on the stop shelf!
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Tim: Do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?
Damian: You are a hazard to society.
Elisa: And a coward. Do twenty.