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Ricky: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.
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Mischa: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".
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Noel: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.
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Ocean: What do you call disobeying the law?
The Squad: A hobby.
Ocean: *crosses her arms*
The Squad: That we do not engage in.
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Noel: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.
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Mischa: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look.