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Mirabel & Bruno
Mirabel: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.
Bruno: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.
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Mirabel: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.
Bruno, drinking toast: Why do you say that?
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Mirabel: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.
Bruno: You're like 15 years old
Mirabel: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!
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Mirabel: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*
Bruno: What did you do?
Mirabel: Nobody died.
Bruno: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!
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Bruno: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.
Mirabel: You and me!!!
Bruno, tearing up: Okay.
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Mirabel, tending to Bruno's wounds: How would you rate your pain?
Bruno: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.
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Mirabel: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.
Bruno: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.
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Mirabel: Welcome, fellow idiots
Bruno: Hello, Mirabel
Mirabel: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot
Bruno: You underestimate me
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Mirabel: You often use humour to deflect trauma
Bruno: Thank you
Mirabel: I didn't say that was a good thing
Bruno: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny
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Mirabel: Bruno... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Bruno: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.
Mirabel:
Mirabel: I wrote sanitize, Bruno.
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Mirabel & Bruno about the other: I’ve only had him/her a day and a half, but if anything happened to him/her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself