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Vivienne, smiling and turning to the camera: I'm a, mmmph, HUGE bitch.
Vivienne: If you come over and give, like, really... heavy gay best friend vibes, then he'll get the hint that, you know, we've moved past the sexual part of the experience.
Paxxx: Right, like maybe I can hit on him a little bit, or something.
Vivienne: Yeah, turn him off. Say like, "Hey, girl" and like, "I don't get baseball!", and...
Paxxx: Like, "my cart's broken and I don't know how to change the wheel", and like, "I have a slightly uncomfortable relationship with my father, but I know that he loves and supports me, and also he's where I get my sense of humor."
Vivienne: Exactly, yeah. Turn him off.
Vivienne: This is going to be a lot of work.
Vivienne: [takes off bra]
Marcus: Why are your tits out?
Vivienne: Why aren’t yours?
JJ:
Grimm, to Elysia, who is afraid of mummies, even though she is from Egypt: Always check your honey for preserved children inside :)
Onhel: I can't go out tonight, I'm being attacked by a demon. *coughs*
DJ: Boo, you whore!
It’s snowing in Giza.
(Grimm beats DJ in a fun game)
Grimm: I’m strange and off-putting! I should not feel confident in the face of any man!
DJ: Yet here you are, smiling in the face of a demon.
Grimm: 'Cause I’ve triumphed once again!
DJ: Don’t be late, or I'll slit your throats. Heh heh heh.
Grimm: You don't have to fake laugh. We know you mean it.
DJ: Good.
Vivienne: So I need to tell you about my night last night.
Paxxx: Oh, tell me all about it...
Vivienne: So I'm hanging out in my apartment. I've got some candles lit. I'm feeling good. I've had 8 glasses of wine.
Paxxx: Gotcha...
Vivienne: And down in the street I hear these two beautiful boys playing, they're doing magic, or playing with fire or something, and one of them looks up at me and has the most beautiful face I've ever seen. Dwarven.
Paxxx: Beautiful.
Vivienne: And you know how I like a little dwarf, you remember my date with Blackbeak.
Paxxx: Very well.
Vivienne: The point is, I say, "Woo hoo, boys" and they sort of look. The one who isn't dwarven, is a half-orc.
Paxxx: You don't have to- this could be a colorblind story.
Vivienne: I wanna fill it with color.
Paxxx: Yeah but I'm just saying. It's like, there's a race problem in the senate right now-
Vivienne: And in Rome. A race-ISM problem.
Paxxx: I agree.
Vivienne: Well this story isn't racist, it's diverse. If everyone in it was human, then it would be racist, Paxxx.
Paxxx: You know what, you're right. Go ahead.
Vivienne: So the boys come up to my apartment and I'm wearing my cape. I'm ONLY wearing my cape. And I say "why don't you come in my boudoir and watch me do a monologue," and they say "where's the bed," and I say "this is the bed right here," and they say, "can we sit on the bed?" and I say "sure, but these are expensive Chinese Linen," and they say, "but they're not even soft."
Vivienne: And I say, "Sometimes... things that are expensive... are worse."
Paxxx: Wow.
Vivienne: So anyway I sucked both their dicks.
Paxxx: Did you do the monologue?
Vivienne: I did an early work by the master.
Paxxx and Vivienne: Homer.
Xana: So, what are your interests?
Grimm: Oh, I like being whipped and gagged.
Xana, chaining Grimm up: Oh... That was straight-- straight to it.
Vivienne, psyching herself up before their show: I'm sexy...
Paxxx: You're a model.
Lucasta, calling places: Vivienne? You're up.
Vivienne: I'm a star!
Paxxx: You're a pizza.
Vivienne: I'm a pizza!
Elysia: Where's Effie?
Grimm: Oh, she went out.
Elysia: But she's grounded.
Grimm: Oh, are they not allowed out when they're grounded?
Door, to Xana : Wait, if you're from China, why are you white?
Vivienne: Oh my god, door, you can't just ask people why they're white!
Elysia: Paxxx, do my eyes deceive me?
Paxxx: Ah, I've messed up.
Elysia: Since day one, this has been a shoes-off keep, now if you don't bring me the Swiffer WET ONES!!! In the next one second, I will un-bookmark all of your ballroom dancing fan sites on the computer.
Paxxx: About the Swiffers.... Oh gods, oh...
Elysia: You left the package... Open? Paxxx? So you're telling me you leave your shoes on, your muddy shoes, on in this house, and you leave the Swiffer Wet Ones open so they can dry out? So what you're telling me when you do that, is, why don't we just have a pig in the house?
Paxxx: No, no no, no...
Elysia: Why don't we just hire a little piglet to run around the keep however he sees fit?
Paxxx: Ah, no, that's not what I'm saying.
Elysia: 'Cause that's what I'm hearing! That's what im hearing, Paxxx! Why don't we get a godsdamn PIG!
Elysia: So I had Door steal a druid, frame Paxxx for it, and he spent a night in the big house.
Elysia, later that day with Spade: Yeah, I made a mistake. This wasn't really the most rational thing I could have done. I see that.
Effie: Ah, Elysia, Xana is calling.
Elysia: Don't answer it.
Effie: Mom, I can see you're stressed. You're just pouring milk into the dehumidifier.
Elysia: Ah, shit.
Xana, on the answering machine: Hey Elysia, you must be so excited about your lunch this afternoon. You must also be exhausted with all the cooking I know you've been doing. I thought, to save you a little time, I'd swing by with a store-bought pie so you don't have to worry about doing dessert.
Elysia: A store-bought pie? What am I, from Les Mis? I bet you would like me to serve a store-bought pie at my pristine luncheon, Xana. Oh-Oh-Oh I'd bet you'd like that.
Effie: Why don't you just use a store-bought pie?
Elysia: The same reason your father and I didn't have our wedding at Chuck E. Cheese, Effie. Because we're not slobs in this house! It's just tacky! "Oh yeah, please come over. Enjoy the store-bought pie, and afterwards let's enjoy a chicken nugget fight!" What you do when you serve a store-bought dessert is you're basically climbing out of the trenches and you're waving the white flag in the air. It's a sign of weakness! It's a lazy dessert! If I were to serve a store-bought pie I would essentially be Robert E. Lee to Xana's Ulysses S. Grant, riding into the court house, handing over my womanhood and passing in my pride! Can't you see whats happening here? Xana's trying to Shanghai me!
Medea: You’re too late, Rigsby Raiders! You’ll never stop me now!
Elysia: That’s where you’re wrong, evil-doer! We will stop you with the powers of:
Spade: Friendship!
Marcus: Harmony!
DJ: Incredible Violence.
Paxxx: And love!