Gemma: My what, now?

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Gemma: My what, now?
I'm very gay. I'd like a few dollars.
Gemma Barrows to Oliver Davis
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Gillian: You’ve hardly been here five minutes and you’re already having a lovers’ quarrel, how cute--
Gemma: Hi to you, too, Gill.
Gillian: Jesus. Have you even had anything to drink yet?
Gemma: We just got here.
Gillian: God, and Werley hasn’t even gotten you a drink yet? Some date he’s turning out to be.
Hadrian: I’m... going to go get some punch?
Griffin: I thought we came here to study.
Gemma: We are studying.
Griffin: Study books, not boys. I really need to pass Mansfield’s class this year--
Gillian: You study the books. Leave the boys to us.
Gemma: You could at least ask nicely.
Hadrian: Will you please help me?
Gemma: Mmm... yeah, all right.
Gillian: That was easy. Weren’t you just saying he’s a huge dick?
Hadrian: Wow. I’m right here.
Gillian: Hey, you. Are you really crashing my pool party in a fucking tie?
Griffin: I’m not crashing. You invited me!
Gillian: I invited you, not a tie. Jesus, that thing’s almost as bad as Werley’s cardig--oh. Oh, I see what’s happening. And it’s not happening. Absolutely not.
Gemma: Your impeccable fashion sense aside, I heard you took Murray’s class last year and failed it.