Christopher and Thomas: *sing together*
Christopher: Wow, we sound amazing!
Thomas: I know. That was incredible. You know, we should do something with this.
Christopher: Yeah, maybe we could open up a mattress store!
Thomas: ...
Thomas: Or we could try singing?
Matthew: Jamie, what's that note?
Christopher: Bet it's from a girl in the lunchroom who wants a taste of corn dog.
Thomas: Was that a sex joke?
Christopher: It's...
Christopher: ...
Christopher: I don't know, shut up.
Christopher, holding two pairs of shoes: Ok, gun to your head: which pair should I bring?
Matthew: Gun to my head? I'd say pull the trigger.
Will, on the phone: We just kinda bonked James' head. It wasn't really very hard and he's not acting differently. I'm just worried-
Cecily: Relax, it happens. Christopher used to bang his head all the time and he's fine.
Will: OK, alright. Thanks, it helps. OK.
Will, whispering to Tessa: We gotta take him to the doctor.
Alistair: I am very cruel.
Thomas: Umhmm.
Alistair: I hate the whole world.
Thomas: Uh huh.
Alistair: I will never love anyone ever!
Thomas: Honey you are currently lying in my lap.
Alistair*in a small voice*: I like it here okay!
Jesse: where did u learn to fight like that?
Lucie: I have an older brother and his three friends that are like family
Jesse: really?
Lucie: yeah, Christopher blows up everything he touches, James used to start crying every time he heard a sad song, Thomas prefers wildcats, and Matthew can really rock a cocktail dress and six-inch heels, and I wasn't going to let anyone give them shit for that. So I had to learn to beat up people bigger than me pretty early on