chloe, at play rehearsal, to the squip squad who are gathered around a coffee maker: so... who broke it? i'm not mad. i just want to know.
christine: i did. i broke -
chloe: no, no you didn't. jake?
jake: don't look at me. look at michael.
michael: what? i didn't break it.
jake: huh. that's weird. how'd you even know it was broken?
michael: because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
jake, leaning in on michael: suspicious.
jeremy: if it matters - probably not - but jenna was the last one to use it.
jenna: liar! i don't even drink that crap!
jeremy: oh, really? then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
jenna: i use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles; everyone knows that.
christine: okay, okay! let’s not fight! i broke it, let me pay for it, chloe!
chloe: no! who broke it??!
michael, looking at brooke: chloe...brooke's been awfully quiet.
*everyone starts arguing at one another except chloe*
chloe, to my reyes: i broke it. it burned my hand, so i punched it. i predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
chloe, turning to look at her friends as they continue to argue, then looks back at mr reyes: good. it was getting a little chummy around here.