Shane: Everyone say something nice about each other.
Ilya: Hayden, you have wonderful children- is hard to believe they are even related to you.
Hayden: Ilya, you have great taste in men- which I can't say about Shane.

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Shane: Everyone say something nice about each other.
Ilya: Hayden, you have wonderful children- is hard to believe they are even related to you.
Hayden: Ilya, you have great taste in men- which I can't say about Shane.
“𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒, 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒿𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈?”
Elphaba: where’s fiyero
Matheus: why would I know?
Elphaba: you eat with this man, sleep with this man, go to class with this man, will probably die with this man, and piss with this man—though that is more of a reflection on your collective lack of understanding for personal space—and you want to ask why I think you would know where he is?
Matheus: …
Matheus: I don’t actually like your tone
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she’s not exaggerating about them pissing together 💀
Ṣ̸̂̕u̷̖̓̓c̶̥̱̈h̶̳̥͆͌ ̶̠̙̈͝r̶̬͓͐͒a̸̠͂p̵̱̱̑p̴̣̓ō̷̢͎ŕ̸̼t̴̤͑̾ ̵̨̆̋ẉ̷̉a̶̯͔͒ś̷̖ ̷̡̏ĉ̵̞̲̆ọ̷͊͌n̷̡͆s̷̳̽c̴̬̠̏̈́í̸̡̛̗o̸͖̤̅̍ú̴͎̈́s̷͙̲̏͠l̵͇̣̈́̾ỵ̵̼́̚ ̴̙͝ć̸̫͓u̸̡͂r̶͉̆͂a̸̼̔t̶̬̾e̶͔̹͋̂d̸̥͍̒ ̴̘̫̅a̶̬̺͑̊ņ̴̏d̸̢̮̔ ̵̪͓̈́̎ĕ̴̹̖v̷̠͆͝è̵͉̜̂n̵̞͐ t̷̪͉͐̕ḣ̸͖̖̏e̸̥̿n̸̤̑̉͜ ̴̳̙́n̵̤̹͋̑o̵̬̕t̷͉͌̈ ̶̢̣̿d̴̨̓͆e̸̯͙̾́m̶̻͝a̵͕̚͝n̵̨̤̊d̵̯̖́̂ḛ̸̝̚͝d̴̰̃͜ ̵̥͖̍̏no̵̘͋ͅr̴̬̗̀ ̸͔͍̊ē̴͉͝x̴͗̉ͅṕ̸̲͎ě̴̙ċ̴̣͊t̴͔͈̍ȩ̸̥̈́̀d̸̺̙͆̿.̴̙̹̒ ̵̙͈̽̄ ̷̬̮̀̄I̸̦͊ ̸͎̑d̷̨͘ó̶̜̜͗ ̵̠͖̅̅ǹ̸̘̒ọ̸̣̇͘t̶̻̃̊ ̷̻̽t̸̢͍͐̋o̴͕̲͆̇l̵̮͘e̶̟̪̓r̵̞̃͗â̸̢t̶͓̞̀e̷͔̊͗ ̵͖̀̑r̸̝͍͆̆i̸̱̊d̸̼̯̂̏ǐ̷̝n̴̠̏̔ǵ̵̘ ̵̲̺͗ỏ̴̝n̷̠͕̊́ ̴̞̕t̶̥̹̽h̸͐ͅȅ̵̡̝ ̷̡̰̂̂ć̵̝͈ủ̸̡̥ŕ̶̳̫t̶̯̰̄̈å̸͜i̶̡̺͊l̸͕̅́ͅs̸̳̯̊ ̶̡́͝o̶̦͋͂f̴̖̻͌ i̸͔͉̍͊n̶̝͊̅t̸̙̝͘e̶̘͌͒r̸̨̛̝̿ṕ̷̭͋e̶͎̼͂ȓ̴̬̆s̸̲̊̌ő̴̙̕n̷̢̈͝a̶͎̋l̵͚̑͆ë̸͈f̷̛͍͚̀f̸̱̺͑o̵͚͚͋̏rt̶́
"You cannot be serious right now."
"I'm as serious as can be."
"You suggested such a stupid idea I cannot believe this—"
Tell me as Icarus died did he die with the fear of failing or with the joy of getting so close? Oh, the burning need to satisfy one's pride.
Worst. Pun. Ever.
Character C: And why did you stay up so late last night?
Character A, innocently, casually: I was doing a piece of work
Character B – who has been called “piece of work” by Character C more than once – walks in
Character C: *mortifying realisation followed by bitchface supreme*