Catalina: So, what is Anne to you?
Cathy: The reason I wake up every morning.
Catalina: ...That's adorable.
Anne *earlier that morning, barging into Cathy's room, smacking pans together*: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!
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Anna: Are you tall enough to play basketball?
Cathy: Are you calling me short?
Anna: I'm calling you vertically challenged.
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Cathy: Is something burning?
Anne: Just my love for you.
Cathy: Anne, the toaster is on fire!
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Jane: I think we're missing something.
Kitty: Teamwork?
Anna: Cohesion?
Cathy: A general sense of what we're doing?
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Kitty: Don't worry, I know exactly what I'm doing. Everything is going to be fine!
Cathy: How can you still say that?
Kitty: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.
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Cathy: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE?!
Anne: Short, curly hair, creative—
Cathy, desperately, as Anne bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE, IDIOT!
Anne: Oh! B positive.
Cathy: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE!
Anne:
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Bonus:
Catalina: How do you connect with a fictional character?
Anne: What?
Anna: What?
Jane: What?
Cathy *pulls up a 500 slide presentation*: I'm glad you asked.
(Ima probs leave y'all again after this lmao sorry)