A/N: Some of these are less comedic than others. I kinda lost the funny after a bit. Anyways, this is a continuation of the previous incorrect quotes, but I added Bridget's cool brother (aka the brother I wish I'd had) Eden.

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Trey: Do you have experience with wisdom teeth?

Bridget: Been there, done that. Got those suckers removed when I was eleven.

Trey: ...wait what?

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Eden: If I find out any of you had sex with my sister I'll break your goddamn kneecaps.

Bridget: ... dude, chill.

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Eden: Has she ever woken up at odd hours of the night to make cheesy bread?

Ace: I don't know?

Bridget, from outside the room: I DON'T HAVE THE INGREDIENTS TO MAKE CHEESY BREAD!

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Bridget: Oh by the way, Eden has piercings.

Vil: Uh... okay?

Later

Vil: YOU DIDN'T TELL ME HE HAS FIVE PIERCINGS!

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Trey: You've told me that I remind you of your oldest brother, why is that?

Bridget: You're both bakers and, at least to me, both sweethearts.

Cater & Rook awwww in the distance

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Deuce: I hear you talk about your oldest brother a lot, but what about the middle child?

Bridget: WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT DESMOND.

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Trein: Tell me about your brother.

Bridget: Which one?

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Vil: That tongue piercing is unappealing.

Eden: Your unnecessary critique is unappealing.

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Ace *does something stupid*

Bridget: God. Fucking dammit Ace.

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Vil, looking around Ramshackle: HOW do you live like this? ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE ASTHMA?

Bridget, not even looking up from her book: I just don't go past the door to my room. Heaven forbid go up the stairs.

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Lilia: Hello there

Bridget: General Kenob- (exasperated sigh) dammit.

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Crewel: How many times must I tell you that you should ask someone to get the textbook on the shelves instead of climbing the counter to reach them?

Bridget: I... don't want to bother anyone.

Crewel: I'm not surprised. Are you okay though, little puppy?

Bridget: Emotionally, no. Physically, yeah.

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Jack: You're out of breath from walking up the stairs?

Bridget: I hate my lungs. I just need to rest for a bit.

Jack, already picking her up: I'll just carry you.

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Malleus: Child of man, are you alright?

Bridget, curled up in fetal position: Absolutely not.

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Silver: How are you?

Bridget: Tired.

Silver: Understandable, have a nice day.

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Epel: Do you need anything?

Bridget: *buries face in pillow and screeches like a pterodactyl*

Epel: ...ooookaaayyyy

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Riddle: I accidentally told my mom about you and your painful cramps.

Bridget: ...huh?

Riddle: You really need to see a gynaecologist.

Bridget: no shit sherlock.

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