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Portia: *smoking*
Dylan: Wow.
Hunter: I don't follow rules. I follow dogs. On social media.
Dolly and Dylan: *Shake a cereal box labeled "Life," only for lemons to come out* Well, when life gives you lemons!
Dolly: He doesn't deserve you. If he doesn't treat you right by now, you're gone.
Dylan: I'm gone.
Dolly: Now go chop his dick o-
Dorothy (singing while snow falls around her): The fuck! The fuck is in the air? The fuck! There's white shit everywhere!
Dylan: Hey bro, can I get a sip of that water?
Summer: It's not water.
Dylan: Vodka! I like your style-
Summer: It's vinegar.
Dylan: What?
Summer: It's vinegar, pussy-
Hansel: Life's short. Stunt it! *Jumps onto a ladder, then off again* Danger!
Dawkins: *Trying to skateboard, but it slips out from beneath him and he falls down*
Dylan: *Riding a bicycle until Dawkins' skateboard gets under the wheel, sending him toppling off the bike into a nearby river*
Dimitri 2: This is how I enter my house. WHAT'S UP, FUCKERS!?
Destiny: Why do you have my phone?!
Dimitri 2: FUCK YOU, THAT'S WHY!
Clarissa: Rachel is so annoying.
Dolly: *Comes right up to the second-story window next to Clarissa* I heard you were talking shit about me?
Clarissa: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Clarissa: Hey Christian! You're stupid! *Laughs with Prunella*
Dylan: *Does a bunch of complex math on a whiteboard*
Prunella: What are you doing?
Dylan: Oh I'm just trying to figure out who the Hell you guys think you're talking to.
Dolly: *Knocks on door* Oh good, you're not busy.
Dallas: Actually Cassidy, I am busy.
News: Folks were told to stay off roadways unless absolutely, positively necessary.
Dolly: I wanted doughnuts.
Dallas (wearing sunglasses): Bro, why don't you ask me if I give a fuck?
Deja Vu: Do you give a fuck?
Dallas: *Takes off sunglasses while heartwarming piano music plays in the background* Of course. We're brothers.
Dolly and Hansel: *Both do a jumping front-flip over three cars lined up side-by-side in perfect synchronicity with each other*
Dylan: *Falls down*
DJ: *Rimshot*
Any member of the family: *Doing a weird dance on stage*
The entire rest of the family: *Clapping* Yeah! That's my brother!
Dylan: *Jumps and bangs his head on the top of a doorway*
Dolly: Hey buddy, your grades are slipping. What's up with that?
DJ: What's up with you just getting out of prison?
Dolly: *Playing the trombone*
Dizzy and Dee Dee: *Slamming the oven door rhythmically*
Deja Vu: I want you to turn into a prince. *Kisses a frog* Oh wait, you already are.