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Jorel: Do you guys have a plan?

Charlie, shrugging: I don't even have a "pla".

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George: I'm not mean. Why do people say I'm mean?

Jorel: You literally just punched Matt in the face.

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Dylan: I wasn't hurt that badly.

Dylan: The doctor said all the bleeding was internal.

Dylan: That's where blood's supposed to be.

Anna, in tears: Oh, my God, you're so fucking stupid.

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George: Did you do something stupid?

Dylan: I think we both know the answer to that.

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Charlie: That would go against my moral compass.

Jorel: Your moral compass is more like a fucking roulette wheel, Charlie.

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"You fools, that's not Bigfoot screaming in the woods. It's me, having an existential crisis."

- Jorel, most likely.

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George: I'm going to a Korn concert if any of you wanna come with me.

Dylan: Oh, so you're going to a Korn-cert?

George, absolutely stunned: Wh-... What the hell did you just say to me?

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Jorel: Charlie, can I talk to you? One ten to another?

Charlie, eating potato chips: I'm an eleven but continue.

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George: I'll keep all my emotions right here-

George: *Gestures wildly at his chest*

George: And then one day I'll die.

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Jorel, motioning to himself: This bitch empty.

Jorel, throwing himself against a wall: Y E E T

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George: I swear to God if I hear Charlie say "yeet" again I'm gonna throw him across the room.

Jorel: Don't you mean you're gonna yeet him across the room? *Takes off running*

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Dylan: I wasn't done talking.

Charlie: Well, we were done listening.

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George: You piss me off so much.

Matt: I literally just said "hello".

George: Yet here I am, boiling with rage.

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Danny: George, I swear to God-

George: Shall I get a step stool so you can look me in the eyes when you threaten me?

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Dylan: Hey, can everyone leave the kitchen while I get my fourth pudding cup?

Dylan: I just don't want anyone to know I've had four pudding cups.

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why are his pupils so dilated what the fuck

Craig Jones of Slipknot

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