Patricia: School counselors be like “this stays between us” then call the cops.
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Harley: *screaming with his fingers in a mouse trap*
Miles: I knew it! You swore you wouldn't try and sneak at your present!
Harley: okay! okay! I'm sorry just get it off!
Miles: Only because you're waking up the whole house.
Harley, tears running down his face in pain: Nice booby trap. Respect.
Miles, smiling: I had a great teacher
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Jeroen: This is giving me good ptsd.
Fabian: ...Do you mean nostalgia??
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Nienke, on the phone with Jeroen: Jeroen, the worst thing you can do in these situations is take matters into your own hands.
Jeroen, over the phone: Got it.
Jeroen, after hanging up: We’re gonna have to take matters into our own hands.
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Fabian: “You’re so sensitive” I was born with a poet’s soul. Bitch.
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Fabian: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment... at all?
Victor: Hmm, I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.
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Fabian: I’ve been feeling so nauseous lately.
Mick, seriously: Maybe you’re pregnant.
*silence*
Fabian: I don’t know who’s the bigger idiot. You for suggesting that, or me because I almost had a panic attack
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Rufus: Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental disorder or experienced childhood trauma?
Patricia: Not yet.
Rufus: Well, I can fix that.
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Fabian: Go ahead and talk during silent reading time
Fabian: I hope you like burning in hell
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Fabian: You know, Amber, when you generalize, you tell general... lies.
Amber:
Amber: Are you preaching morals at me through… puns?
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Patricia: What is the trauma version of nostalgia?
Fabian:
Fabian: Trauma.
Patricia: Fair enough.
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Amber: Wait, is pink a fruit?
Fabian: What goes on inside your brain? I'm not even being mean, this time I'm genuinely curious.
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Amber: I feel so bad when I overtake Victor in the hallway. I really don’t mean to flex on him with my youthful stride :(
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Amber, staring at Mick: Damn what an angle.
Mara: Don’t you mean angel?
Amber: I was talking about his jawline, but damn you’re right about that too.
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Mick: Fabian is many things: friend, confidant, occasional guest star in some confusing dreams that remind me a man’s sexuality is a moving target…
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Mick: It’s pretty warm up here.
Amber: Then take your top off.
Mick: But I’m not wearing anything underneath.
Amber:
Amber: Then take your top off.
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