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Chuckie: Well, I’m not what you’d call a party animal, so count me out of this.

Kimi: He’s right! Have either of you ever seen Chuckie try to dance? It’s frightening!

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Angelica: We need to open this locked door. Susie, give me your credit card. Susie: Here. Angelica, pocketing it: Thanks. Harold, break down the door.

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Tommy: What do you do when life throws curveballs at you? Chuckie: Have a nice cry.

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Susie: You bought a crepe?

Angelica: Yes?

Susie: From the truck that ran over Harold?

Angelica: Well, me starving isn’t going to help him.

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Angelica: Your man doesn’t have the mental strength to caramelize onions.

Susie: Your man thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions.

Chuckie: Who’s fucking caramelizing onions? Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist?

Kimi: Do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions?

Lil: Your man doesn’t even know what it means to caramelize onions.

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Tommy: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Dil: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Dil: Telling someone “you’re shit” and “you ain’t shit” are both insults.

Susie: But “you aren’t shit” can also be a reassurance.

Harold: And “you’re the shit” can be a compliment.

Angelica: It’s 3 am. Can we all go to sleep now, shitheads?

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Susie: Where have you been?

Harold: Asleep.

Susie: For two days?!

Harold: ... Yeah.

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Phil: In this essay I won’t.

Phil: Fuck you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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Susie: So are you in an 'I just need to rest' kind of bad mood, or are you in an 'I'm about to smash stuff with a bat' kind of mood?

Angelica, lying on a couch, a bat clutched to her chest: I haven't decided yet.

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Dil: I wonder who invented the meatball.

Tommy: What do you mean "invented"?

Dil: Well, some dude back in the fifteenth century must have said, “yes, meat is good, but it would be even better in ball form”

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Tommy: I've seen your daily routine, Dil. Wake up at 7, shower, eat the same fiber-based cereal that is clearly geared towards menopausal women.

Dil: "Her Choice Crunch" is for everyone.

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Angelica: I’m not controlling; I’m just aggressively helpful.

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Tommy: Chuckie said I only have 4 days to live.

Dil: You’re dying?!

Tommy: No, he just doesn't like me.

Chuckie, from the other room: I'll fuck you up on Tuesday!

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Pangborn: Please sit in this chair. I want to ask you some questions.

Angelica, whispering to Harold: Deny. Everything.

Harold: That's not a chair.

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Angelica: If there’s going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I come back.

Harold: Of course, I can’t flip this table without you.