Meela: Daniel, please don’t harass Emily, no matter how much you might not like her, like the rest of us.
Emily: DON’T haraSS me!
Later…
Christa: Go sit down. Go sit down and let me verbally harass you.
Meela: Daniel, please don’t harass Emily, no matter how much you might not like her, like the rest of us.
Emily: DON’T haraSS me!
Later…
Christa: Go sit down. Go sit down and let me verbally harass you.
Emily: It’s the same f***ing structure in every f***ing sentence. ‘Blah blah blah blah we at the Tartan blah blah blah.’ Stop it, Daniel!
(SciTech Daniel turns around.)
Emily: Not you.
(Emily is being particularly hyper)
Michael: Whatever device she has that gives her infinite amount of energy…
Michael: Forum doesn’t want to be separated. It wants to be complete. Two halves that are one.
Christa: Forum wants to be a spread. And Pillbox wants to be broadsheet.
Anna (horrified): Noo!!
Emily: What if I said I was going to creep into your room at night, Anna, and touch you?
Christa: You already do that.
Anna: We can replace “Did you Know” and the advice column. One can be puppies, and one can be drugs, sex, and disease.
Stacey: If you google ‘baby dolphins’, they’re all dead baby dolphins. It’s sad.
Anna: He’s an alumni.
Greg: Alumnus.
Anna: He’s plural. He’s an alumni.
Later…
Anna: He is singular now, I’m sorry.
Nicole: Aw, the other parts of him are sad.
Celia: Okay, I’ll be back.
Emily: What? The room’s going to explode.
Celia: Uh, it’d better not. It’ll be your fault if it explodes.
Emily: Aww. It’s going to explode now. And it’s going to be my fault.
Emily: They’re not rioting. They’re happy! They’re sticking their tongues out!