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Owen: I blame you
Curt: How was it my fault?
Owen: Because otherwise it was my fault and that's just not right
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Owen: Curt, I'm a little concerned...
Curt: Me too, global warming's a bitch
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Curt: Haha, Owen, we're secret gaygents
Owen: Sure.
Barb: Lesbionage
Tatiana: It's an ace case
Informant: Bi spy
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Barb: I'm High School Musical One. Hopeful and only mildly sad sometimes
Curt: I'm High School Musical Two. Skyrockets between really fun and really really sad
Owen: I'm The Fault In Our Stars
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Owen: Curt, whilst I'm gone, you're in charge
Curt: Yay!
Owen, whispering: Tatiana, you're secretly in charge
Tatiana: Obviously
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Cynthia: I fucking hate people
Curt: I'm people
Cynthia: Bold of you to assume I like you
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Curt, solemnly: I just don't think I can get past this.
Owen, crying: Curt, I'm sorry. You were never meant to find out. Please...
Curt: You betrayed everything I believe in. How could you?
Owen: It was only once! I swear I'll never do it again! Please forgive me, I can't live without you!
Curt: You ordered pasta when pizza was on the menu! How can I possibly forgive that?
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Curt: I just wish I wasn't single
Owen: Me too
Curt: I just want someone to walk along the river with me, and make daisy chains with me
Owen: Yeah, me too
Curt: And someone to watch movies with who's shoulder I can fall asleep on
Owen: I'd like to be on the opposite side of that
Curt: We should go on a double date
Owen: SERIOUSLY-
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Curt, calmly: I would win
Owen, less calmly: Oh, fucking TRY ME BITCH
Curt, laughing: Okay, but you're gonna regret that
Owen: You're gonna regret the day you were fucking born, bitch!
Barb, from the next room: What is going on?
Tatiana: What? Oh, they're just discussing who would win a race through a ball pit
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Curt: Technically we're all just guitars
Owen: ...Please elaborate
Curt: Well, we all have a neck, a head, a sound hole, strings and a body
Owen: Okay, I guess I- Wait a minute, did you say we all have strings?
Curt: Hair?
Owen:
Owen: You are ridiculous and I love you for it
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