Max: What the fuck have you been sending Chloe in her DMs? Me: Oh, you know. Chloe: She called a cartoon frog a twink.

How gracious of you.

I'm not sure why country music makes you throw up... but I think it's probably true. Also, I kind of like the Dixie Chicks.

Me: I’m a God. Victoria: You yelled “shut up” at a thunderstorm and it happened to dissipate. It was purely coincidence. You have no power. Me: Shut it. I’m a God.

Chloe: *Smiles* Me: *Puts on sunglasses* Me: I didn't know Earth had two suns.

Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

I love to dismiss my horrible decisions by saying 'Yeah, that was a weird time in my life,' as if the rest of my existence hasn't been absolute clown shoes.

So maybe your acting could use a little work. But at least you committed to the performance.

"Maybe there's a squirrel family around here with broadband."

Okay, your turn, Price.

Hey, thanks for trusting me.

I'm afraid the lie was New York. I'm a Cali girl, born and raised.

If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? Russia, Greece...Kathmandu?

Don't fucking touch her.

I'm nobody's charity case! I demand to dig my own grave.

The next time I open up to someone, it’ll be my autopsy.

Oh what so only roosters are allowed to start the day with screaming?

With all due respect, I am gonna completely ignore everything you just said.

I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

It's a Cali thing. Anyway, I think I have your number.