Mark: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!
Michael: Please, just say fuck.
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Frederick, to Michael: Wow, left handed AND British? You really are an illusion.
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Frederick: Change is inedible.
Michael: Don't you mean inevitable?
Frederick, spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn't.
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Mark: **is wearing silk pants** How does this look?
Michael: Like it slips on and off really easily.
Mark:
Michael: No, I didn't mean it like that-
Stella: We know what you meant.
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Frederick: **cooking**
Mark: **kicks down door**
Mark: **grabs knife from Frederick's hand**
Mark: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?
Frederick:
Frederick: What.
Stella: He's trying to tell you he wants to cook.
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Stella: Why did you guys dress up as each other for Halloween?
Frederick: Michael is the scariest thing I could think of!
Michael: Frederick told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible.
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Mark: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!
Frederick: Mark-
Frederick: It- It was an ant-
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**Michael is casually searching around the room**
Frederick: Hey Michael, what're you looking for?
Michael: My will to live.
**Mark walks into the room**
Michael: Oh, there he is.
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Michael: I warned you.
Michael: I'm perfect.
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Michael: I wanna sleep for 40 hours.
Stella: You know that's called a coma, right?
Michael:
Michael: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.
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Frederick: I told Michael that his ears turn red when he lies.
Mark: Do they?
Frederick: No.
Mark: Then why did you tell him that?
Frederick: Because I can do this.
Frederick: Hey Michael! Do you love us?
Michael, with his hands over his ears: No.
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Mark: What do we think of Michael?
**pause**
Frederick: **sighs** Nice pal.
Stella: I think he's gay.
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Mark: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?
Michael: Peonies, why?
Mark:
Michael: Were you going to get me flowers?
Mark:
Michael:
Mark: ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ
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Mark: Why are you like this??
Michael: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.
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Michael: I'm cold.
Mark: Here, take my hoodie.
**meanwhile**
Frederick: I'm cold.
Stella: I can't control the weather, Frederick.
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Mark: Two bros!
Mark: Chillin' in a hot tub!
Mark: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!
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Stella: I have a problem.
Frederick: If it's harder than 2+2, I can't help.
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Mark: I'm sad.
Michael: Don't be sad, because sad backwards is das.
Michael: And das not good.
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Mark, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.
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Frederick: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?
Michael: ... What???
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Stella: Are you a masochist or a sadist?
Mark, deadpan: I'm a Taurus.
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Stella: Why do you act like we're three year olds?
Mark, exasperated: WHY?!?
Mark points at Michael: YOU TRIED TO HIJACK A CAR!
Mark points at Frederick: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CAR PARK!
Mark points at Stella: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!
Mark: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????
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Michael: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.
Mark: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.
Stella: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.
Frederick: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.
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