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@fyeahinsidejob
WHAT THE FUCKIGN HELL
Myc: C'mon, Reagan. Brett isn't going to be a problem.
Myc: You and Brett just need to bone.
Reagan: ...
Reagan, angrily: What did you say?
Gigi: No, honey, don't say it—
Myc, deadpan: I said you two need to bone.
Reagan, angrily and loudy: HoooOOW DARE you, Magic Myc! I am YOUR BOSS!!!
[5 Minutes In]
Reagan, mad and screaming: BONE!!!!
[10 Minutes More]
Reagan, still mad and still screaming: What happens in my bedroom, Myc, is NONE of YOUR business!!
[21 Minutes Passing By, Andre and Glenn Present]
Reagan, still very mad: !BOOOOONE?!?!
[40 Minutes Later, Everyone Present]
Reagan, still evidently mad: Don't EVER speak to me LIKE THAT again.
Brett: You’re such an amazing person. You’re funny, beautiful, kind...
Brett: I wish you could see yourself from my eyes...
Reagan: You’re such a good friend, Brett.
Brett, squeaking: F-friend?
Reagan: Because you saved my life, you can hug me for 4 to 5 seconds, but that’s fucking it okay?
Brett: I can hug you for 45 seconds?!
Reagan: NO–
Reagan: I'm playing a new drinking game.
Reagan: It's called "Every time I'm depressed, I take a drink."
Myc: That game exists. It's called alcoholism.
Reagan, to the gang about her exes: If I say something everybody's thinking, does that make me a mean person?
Reagan: Or...
Reagan: Does it make me a brave person?
Reagan: One who is courageous enough to stand up and say something... Behind someone's back... And infront of them..
Rand: I always wanted a son.
Rand, laughing: No one knows this, but for the first year of her life, I made up Reagan like a boy and told everybody that she was my son.
Rand: But just for a few times.
Rand, still laughing: I didn't want to mess with her head.
Rand: When she found the pictures, I told her that it was her twin brother who died.
Brett, inside Reagan’s head: I've answered enough of your questions. Now, it's your turn to answer one.
Younger Reagan: What is it?
Brett: Why don’t you want to wear a dress?
Younger Reagan: ...
Younger Reagan: Because I don't to look like Gretchen and her stupid friends.
Brett: Reagan, why are you fighting me on this?
Younger Reagan: Just- It doesn't matter if I dress up. I'm not pretty like Gretchen, mom, and you.
Brett, shocked: That's ridiculous! You're beautiful.
Younger Reagan, serious: I'm not.
Younger Reagan: But that's okay. I'm the smart one.
Brett: Mmm. The cute busboy doesn't know that you're smart.
Younger Reagan: What?
Brett: He's been smiling at you since we went here.
Younger Reagan: He does not! He’s literally several years older.
Brett: Look. One day you're going to want to date a cute guy like that.
Brett: And when that day comes, you're going to want to look beautiful, and then you'll wear a dress.
Younger Reagan: ...
Younger Reagan: So, you ever kiss another man?
Reagan: Can we just please get the wires and get out of here?
Brett: Fine, but I wanna stop by the wine section first.
Reagan, chuckles: Wait... There's a wine section?
Brett: Yeah, a really good one- just past the tires. No way.
Reagan: They do not have-
Reagan, shocked: Oh, my God.
Reagan: Oh, my- Brett.
Reagan: Brett. The paper shredder I wanted.
Brett: Huh? Confetti and crosscut.
Reagan, chuckles: Yep.
Reagan, gasps: Oh, my God. Amazing.
Brett: Yeah.
Reagan: Brett, what is this place?
Brett: Back at my hometown, my family and I had a saying: As long as you're bringing the all trophies home, you-
Reagan: [Roles her eyes]
Brett: I feel you rolling your eyes at me.
Brett: We met at one of J.R.’s legendary game nights.
Brett: I remember Reagan because she kept rolling his eyes...
Brett: Every time I would get a little boisterous.
Reagan: ...
Reagan: I did not.
Brett: A little bit.
Reagan: Yeah, maybe a little bit. Anyway, we were- we were playing charades, and I had no idea how to act out my clue.
Reagan: And all I could think of to do was shake my hands all over the air.
Reagan: And without missing a beat, Brett says-
Brett: Casablanca.
Reagan: All I did was this- Casablanca.
Reagan: [Shakes her hands all over the air]
Brett: Casablanca.
Myc: I don’t like your accusatory tone.
Reagan: Well, I’d use a different tone, but I’m trying to accuse you of something.
Reagan: Okay, for this to work, you need to be mean to people. Can you do that?
Brett: Yeah! Try me
Reagan: Get me a glass of water.
Brett, handing her a glass of water: Here you go!
Gigi: No, honey. Let’s try again. Be mean!
Brett: Alright
Andre: I’ll try. Brett, get me a glass of water.
Brett: No, I would never give you that, you… dumb person.
Reagan: …
Reagan: Brett, what do you have behind your back?
Brett: Nothing.
Reagan: …
Brett: …
Reagan: …
Reagan: Give it to me.
Brett, pulling a glass of water: It’s a glass of water.
Gigi: Oh, boy.
Brett, pulling another glass: And a backup glass.
Andre: We’re screwed, aren’t we?
Gigi: You think?
Tamiko, to Reagan about Rand: Honey, you're 15, so I think it's time we have a mother-daughter talk.
Tamiko: Your father is part of the family's trash. Any questions?
Reagan: Gigi told me instead of being sad I should "Go get it, girl," so I'm going to "Go get it, girl".
Robotus: Get what?
Reagan: Unclear. I'll get everything, just to be safe.
Reagan: To Myc, the best alien!
Myc: Not an alien.
Reagan: …
Brett: Organism.?
Myc: Not an organism.
Andre: But a straight-up hottie
Myc: I am attractive, yes
Reagan: Good news! I have a great idea.
Myc, sighs: Is it actually a bad idea?
Reagan: I don't understand.
Brett: You said you had a great idea. Is that what you have, or do you have a bad idea?
Reagan: I have a great idea.
Gigi: You're sure? You have a great idea and not a bad one?
Reagan: That is correct. I have a great idea. I do not have a bad idea.
Myc: Excellent. Let's hear the idea.
Reagan, enthusiastically: We bet our very own lives and the sake of this planet to trusting Robotus and hope that he doesn’t betray us.
Brett, Gigi, Myc, Glenn, and Andre: ...
Andre, trying not to scream: Thank you, Reagan.