Becca:  Tim, get me wood for the fire.
Rob:  Just to be clear, did I hear what I think I heard?
Lauren:  Yes.  Becca needs wood.
Becca:  I don't get it.
Later.
Tim:  Becca has enough wood to last the rest of the night.
Becca:  I need bigger wood.
Tim:  I haven't been reading much at night.  I've been busy.
Becca:  Just tell your hand, "No."
Becca:  And you didn't send your boy toy?
Lauren:  No.
Becca:  But Tim wasn't doing anything.
Tim:  I'm hot.
Lauren:  So take off your sweatshirt.
Karen: And your pants.
Robert:  The nuts absorb the alcohol.  That's why I'm so bad at it - cause I'm small.
Rob:  That's how I know we're related.
Becca:  What, you'll take off your pants too?
Rob:  No, I'll take off his pants.
Lauren:  Milk, it's gentle and effortless.
Becca:  I don't need to know about your fetishes.
Tim:  I want to show you how easy, soft, and milky it is to milk.
There are quotes from Christmas, but I think I left the paper at Paige and Patrick's apartment.
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