Poppy, struggling to keep upright in here one inch heels - I don’t think heels are for me.
Brad, walking in flawlessly in 6 inch heels - Weak.
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Huey: Ugh, I *knew* I shouldn’t have volunteered to go into Dr. Gearloose’s universal portal. I don’t even know where the heck I’m supposed to be.
{he notices a sign that says “Welcome to Brighton”}
Huey: Brighton? Never heard of it. I guess I should-ah! Flesh-faced monsters!
{he looks around to see humans everywhere}
Huey: I was not expecting *this*. I gotta get out of here!
Molly: Hey, are you alright?
Huey: Ahhh!
Molly: Whoa, calm down. I’m not gonna, you know, hurt you or anything.
Huey: Sorry. It’s just, I haven’t had the best interactions with your kind before. And by that, I mean bloodthirsty flesh-faced monsters.
Molly: You mean-humans?
Huey: Is that what you’re called?
Molly: Yeah! And honestly, we’re not all bad. If anything, I should be scared of you, a three-foot-tall talking duck!
Huey: Are you, though?
Molly: Me? Pffft! Heck no! Now, if you were a three-foot-tall *spider*…that would be a different story. Ooh, what’s that in your hand?
Huey: It’s a handheld portal maker. Dr. Gearloose made it. It’s how I got here.
Molly: Whoa, you’re from another universe? That’s so cool! Why don’t you stay for a bit?
Huey: Well, Dr. Gearloose *did* want me to look around and report my findings…
Molly: That’s the spirit! Pun unintended. {whispers} My best friend is a ghost.
Huey: Honestly, you remind me a lot of my friend Webby. Super excitable and into the paranormal.
Molly: That’s funny, because you’re a lot like my friend Libby. Very curious and into a lot of interesting things.
Huey: Thanks, I’m glad you find this interesting…I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.
Molly: Oh! Sorry. {sticks out hand} I’m Molly McGee!
Huey: {shakes Molly’s hand} Huey Duck.
Molly: So, Huey, what kind of stuff are you into?
Huey: Are you familiar with…the Junior Woodchucks?
Molly: Well, Brighton does have a scout troop, but not that one, so…no. I’d love to hear more, though.
Huey: Perfect! So, the Junior Woodchucks were founded by Isabella Finch (who was a finch, by the way), and…
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Fiona: I'm screwed. They're gonna send me to prison.
Vaughn: Worry not, Fiona. I can help. For I, too, have been in prison.
Fiona: You have?
Vaughn: Oh, yes. The most notorious prison of all. The prison of mind.
Fiona: Cool. Yeah, I'm going to actual prison. Like bars and concrete and inmates and shit.
Vaughn: Oh, right. Yeah, I've never been there. But I've heard dreadful things.
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Brad on the verge of tears: honestly *sniffs* I have a lot of childhood trauma and I’m like really starting to unpack it and-
Literally two seconds later
Brad: that was just a moment of weakness. Fuck bitches get money
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Zack: You're gay
Brad: You're gay too that's not even an insult
Zack: Yeah but you're gay for him *points at David*
Brad: Point taken
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Ian: Poppy is off at an appointment, so while she’s gone, I’m going to cut the sleeves off of all of my shirts.
Dana: why?
Ian: she’s like 90% of my impulse control.
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David - Brad to you want to come over for drinks after work?
Brad, not looking up from his work - Generic Excuse.
David - Did you just say generic excuse?
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jenna: i know you don’t like when i talk about my emotion but i just wanted to say that i -
chloe: you’re right. i don’t like it when you talk about your emotions.
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How I wanted that one scene to go:
Phil: raise your hand if you’re over the age of 40?
Brad, not paying attention: *raised his hand*
Everyone stops and looks over, Brad looks up confused
Rachel: you’re over 40??
Brad: yeah? I’m 43
Carol: what the actual fuck
Phil: I don’t believe you!
Brad, sighs and takes out driver license
Phil, Rachel and Carol all looking
At the same time: holy shit
Cue all of the younger people in the room swarming brad and asking for his skincare routine
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Brad: This date is boring!
David: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.
Brad: Then why did you invite me?
David: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you David I'll do whatever I want!
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