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ty-obrien:

YO SOMEONE GET ME ROSETTA STONE I GOTTA IMPRESS THIS CHICK.

I once confused Rosetta Stone with Rosa Parks.

“... Get out of my breathing space. I’m a person, not a chick, I’m not impressed, and anyone who confuses Rosa Parks with Resetta Stone is a moron.”

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ty-obrien:

Unfortunately, I do not speak el frencho.

“Well you’ve failed.”

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forbeccaorforworse:

“My life is essentially over.”

“I’ll remember you as a hero.”

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#self #default look #because her short hair is hella gorgeous #so nora has the quiff

adelaide-jensen:

“Let’s get going then,”

“Lead the way.”

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forbeccaorforworse:

“Shit. Have I got long left?”

“Doubtful.”

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forbeccaorforworse:

“Didn’t quite realise my game had got so weak.”

“You know game only worsens with age, so it’s all downhill for life.”

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“Smile though your heart is aching. Smile even though it’s breaking. When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by. If you smile through your fear and sorrow. Smile and maybe tomorrow, you’ll see the sun come shining through.

Light up your face with gladness. Hide every trace of sadness. Although a tear may be ever so near. That’s the time you must keep trying. Smile, what’s the use of crying? You’ll find that life is still worthwhile. If you just smile.”

#self #ch: blake #ch: mags

adelaide-jensen:

“Girl, your feet must be tired because you’ve been running through my mind all night.”

“Stop talking, and take me home with you.”

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ty-obrien:

Do I look like I speak French?!

“Anyone can look like they speak french, idiot.”

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adelaide-jensen:

After downing her drink, she leaned close “Can I have your phone number? I’ve seem to have lost mine.”

“Oh now, that is truly, truly awful. You might just have won my affections for an evening... if you can handle it.”

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adelaide-jensen:

“Oh woe is me,” she drawled out dramatically. Taking her drink when it was brought to her, she looked to the blonde, sipping from her glass. “It was worth a shot,” she sipped from the glass again.

Nora drank her whiskey all at once, before looking at Adelaide. “Unless you’re going to use your best worst line on me, you’re not going to get lucky tonight Adelaide.”

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adelaide-jensen:

“Classic combination, I certainly do enjoy myself some Jack and Coke though. I’m more of a Whiskey and Vodka kinda woman.” she noted with a smile, looking to the blonde beside her, eyes scanning over the dress as she spoke about it. “I’ll take Jack on the rocks.” she smiled to the bartender before leaning closer to Nora, “That is a really nice dress you know.. it fits your curves very nicely.”

“You can charm me all you want, but until I have my big drink, you’ll never be able to truly understand just how wonderful my curves are when there are no red dresses draped over them.”

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adelaide-jensen:

“Well that’s good to know..” she leaned her elbow on the bar, “What’re you drinkin?”

“I’ve been drinking rum and coca-cola all night, but now I’m building to my big drink, in the hopes that a small Bayside girl like me, alone, in a dress that shows off a little too much cleavage can entice someone, maybe pretty, maybe hot, maybe charming, definitely funny but not funny looking to try their best bad pick up line on me, in the hopes that I’ll escort them home, and shudder out of my itty, bitty dress right before their eyes. So, Adelaide, my brunette conversation companion, I’ll have a Maker’s Mark. Straight. No junk in it.”