Meela: Nikunja doesn’t like you.
Nikunja: That’s not true!
Meela: You’re adopted. Your parents don’t love you.
Emily: Well maybe I don’t like them. Maybe I ran away from home when I was twelve. You don’t know. What do you know of my life?
Michael: It’s like all good things in life. Baked.
Nikunja: All good things in life are fake?
*Alan walks around Greg*
Greg: Why am I being orbited?
Alan: I am a moon!
Greg: You might be the sun, according to one in five Americans… according to the board ed art.
Nick: Wait… one of five Americans?
Nikunja: What five Americans do *you* know that orbit the earth?