Matilda: I can’t believe you talked me into this.
Mia: C’mon, would it be so terrible to bump into Triss?
Matilda: Horrendous.
Mia: Psh, you want to see him-.. besides, I need a tan and a fling with a hot Tartosan goddess.
Matilda: And Ivan?
Mia: Ivan just needs a damn break.
[Matilda folded her arms in silent protest, though still nodded in agreement]
Mia: You’ve could’ve bloody replied, couldn’t you? Chatted, maybe gotten his number, an email-.. but noooo, you’ve gotta be stubborn n’ make me drag you across the ocean like we’re in some shitty romcom.
Matilda: So, you agree it’s gonna be shitty?
Mia: Ough-.. if it all goes to shit at least we’ll be on holiday; don’t be scared.
Matilda: I’m not scared.
Mia: Uh-huh, sure. I brought plenty of factor fifty and there’s a barf bag right there just in case, don’t worry.
Matilda: God, you’re annoying.
Mia: Yeah, but you love me-.. pot kettle black anyway, bitch!
…
Pixie: Why isn’t daddy coming?
Ivan: Well.. he’s got some stuff t’do, remember?
[Pixie shrugged absently, fiddling with Ivan’s sunglasses]
Ivan: Y’remember what we talked about, right?
[Pixie nodded reluctantly as Ivan poked her cheek]
Ivan: It might just be me n’ you for a while, you okay wi’ that?
Pixie: I guess-.. Judie too?
Ivan: Aye, on weekends.
Pixie: Okay…
Matt is a socks on all the time type person and Foggy is yeeting his socks into another dimension as soon as he crosses the threshold of his apartment type person and they both kiss passionately on the mouth with tongue