Nighttime trust jump under a pink sky. Because of the pollution or the streetlights?
Boy/Girl/Brian/Gabbie
Boy: I always read in the dark.
Girl: Reading in the dark is bad for you.
Boy: I think it's good for you. It trains your eyes. Train not strain!
Boy: Puh! Puh!
Girl: Why are you throwing up?
Girl: Please??
Girl: I can't feel it anymore!
Girl: Well if it's so general, they're bound to be wrong and shouldn't say that you're going to die.
Girl disproves her BMI theory.
Boy: It's all butter.
Girl: What? My theory?
Boy: No, saturated fat.
Girl: I do. Do you?
Boy: Yeah. You do.
Boy: I wouldn't want it boiling.
Girl: What?
Boy: The pool.
Girl: Can you imagine Thanksgiving?
Boy: ...five.
Girl: Is that an insult?
Girl: Ew, why did you put my camera on your underwear? I put my face on that!
Boy: You put your face on my underwear.
Boy: You wanna split one omelette with two bananas?
Girl: What the fuck are you doing?
Boy: That's how you make bacon.
Smoke alarm goes off.
Boy: I always read in the dark.
Girl: Reading in the dark is bad for you.
Boy: I think it's good for you. It trains your eyes. Train not strain!
Boy: Puh! Puh!
Girl: Why are you throwing up?
Girl: Please??
Girl: I can't feel it anymore!
Girl: Well if it's so general, they're bound to be wrong and shouldn't say that you're going to die.
Girl disproves her BMI theory.
Boy: It's all butter.
Girl: What? My theory?
Boy: No, saturated fat.
Girl: I do. Do you?
Boy: Yeah. You do.
Boy: I wouldn't want it boiling.
Girl: What?
Boy: The pool.
Girl: Can you imagine Thanksgiving?
Boy: ...five.
Girl: Is that an insult?
Girl: Ew, why did you put my camera on your underwear? I put my face on that!
Boy: You put your face on my underwear.
Boy: You wanna split one omelette with two bananas?
Girl: What the fuck are you doing?
Boy: That's how you make bacon.
Smoke alarm goes off.