Iris: My partner must be top of the line, graceful...
Barry: Hi, my name is B- *trips over thin air and falls over.*
Iris:
Iris: I want that one.
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Iris: My partner must be top of the line, graceful...
Barry: Hi, my name is B- *trips over thin air and falls over.*
Iris:
Iris: I want that one.
Iris: You're lucky you're cute.
Foxglove: See, I think I would still get away with stuff even if I wasn't cute. Because for some unfortunate reason, you like my personality.
Iris, despairingly: Yeah. I'm attracted to this.
I gotta find that fucking muffin recipe. And the thing is! The thing is. I KNOW my mother has it somewhere, I gotta-- Before I come out as polyam, I need to get that muffin recipe.
Iris
Sun: I can't eat almonds because I genuinely don't know if I would be able to stab myself with an EpiPen.
Fox, a medical professional: I could do it for you.
Iris, NOT a medical professional: I'd stab you!
Fox: And what are your three miracles? To qualify for sainthood?
Iris: Putting up with you, putting up with Sun, and putting up with Sage.
Sun: Who are the people? The nerds? The ones you like to listen to on the radio?
Sage: MBMBaM?
Fox: Click and Clack?
Iris: NPR?
Sun: Yes! NPR!
Iris: You're a peach, babe.
Foxglove: Do I have to be a peach? You know my feelings on furry fruit.
Iris: Well, what fruit do you want to be, then?
Foxglove: A pomegranate. Obnoxious to open up and symbolizing death.
Iris: I could tolerate rereading Žižek for the sake of tearing him to shreds.
Fox: Oh, I know you could.
Iris: In fact, I KEPT my Žižek reader.
Fox, laughing: Bitch, you're the love of my life!!!