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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