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Kyran: Hey, Avery! Do you wanna go celebrate with me?
Avery: Kyran, you know I can't be seen in public with you.
Kyran: Okay, a simple "no" would be fine.

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Avery: I love you.
Kyran, not paying attention: What was that?
Avery: I said I'm selling you to the zOo-

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Kyran, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Avery.
Avery, not looking up from her coffee: Good morning, problem child.

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Kyran: I've been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.
Avery: Wow. They sound stupid.
Kyran: But they're not. They're really smart actually. Just dense.
Avery: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don't know... "Hey! I love you!"
Kyran: I guess you're right. Hey Avery, I love you.
Avery: See! Just say that!
Kyran: Holy fucking shit.
Avery: If that flies over their head then, sorry Kyran, but they're too dumb for you.
Kyran: Avery.

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Kyran: Do you always have to attack me with your words?
Avery: Would you prefer me to use a brick?

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Avery: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
Kyran: You mean literally or figuratively?
Avery: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

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Kyran: You often use humor to deflect trauma.
Avery: Thank you.
Kyran: I didn't say that was a good thing.
Avery: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

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Avery: I wonder who's ruining my life.
Avery: *looks in the mirror*
Avery: So we meet again.

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Avery: Wait you like me? For my personality?
Kyran: I know, I was surprised too.

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Kyran: You know, you were right.
Avery: About what specifically? Because I'm right about a lot of things.

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Kyran: Come on Avery, do it for our friendship. You can't put a price on that...
Avery: Yes I can. Fifty dollars.

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Avery: We should normalize not loving family members.
Kyran: You can just say: "I hate my dumb fucking mother" or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

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Kyran, staring lovingly at Avery: I would die for you.
Avery, doing her own thing: Then perish.

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Avery: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I'M SORRY]
Kyran: What's that?
Avery: Remorse code.
Kyran: I'm even angrier now.

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Avery: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.
Kyran: You're like 17 years old
Avery: I MIGHT DIE AT 34!

I'm having fun.