Sophie: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Keefe: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Keefe: I love you. Sophie, not paying attention: What was that? Keefe: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Tam: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake? Biana: Aww- Tam: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

Sophie: Two brooooos! Keefe: Chillin' in a hot tub! Sophie: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! Keefe: Sophie: Keefe: *tearing up* Sophie: Babe, c'mon... Keefe: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. Sophie: Babe...

Tam, sweating: Biana, there’s something I need to ask you- Biana: Finally! You’re proposing! Tam: How’d you know? Biana: Tam, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner. Biana: I even picked it up once.

Fitz: Do you love Sophie? Keefe: Yeah, I do. Fitz: Tam! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks! Tam: We all love Sophie. You should've asked if they were IN love with them. Keefe: I thought that was implied. Tam: ... Fitz: ... Keefe, looking straight at Tam: Congrats Fitz, you just won 100 bucks.

*playing twister* Sophie: Right hand red. Biana: *ends up on top of Tam* Tam: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Sophie: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

Keefe: I want to kiss you. Sophie, not paying attention: What? Keefe: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Keefe: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Sophie: Yes. Keefe: I love you. Keefe: It back. *Later* Dex: Why is Keefe crying face-down on the floor?

Sophie: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me? Fitz: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Sophie: Yes. Fitz: I'd sleep.

Keefe: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

Sophie: Rules were made to be broken. Fitz: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Keefe: Uh, piñatas. Dex: Glow sticks. Biana: Karate boards. Tam: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Sophie: Rules. Fitz:

Tam: Christmas lights? Fitz: Check. Biana: Thermos of hot cocoa? Fitz: Check. Dex: Santa suits? Fitz: Check. Keefe: Shovel? Fitz: Check. Sophie: Alibi and bail money? Fitz: Check- wait, WHAT?!

Dex: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Dex: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies. Keefe: Socks are Feetie Heaties. Biana: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties. Tam: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies. Sophie: Stamps are Lickie Stickies. Fitz: I hate you guys so much.

Biana: Between Fitz, Keefe, Dex, and Sophie -- if you had to -- who would you punch? Tam: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them. Biana: Keefe? Tam: Yeah.

*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one* Biana: I will not let you down. Tam: Sounds fun. Fitz: K. Keefe: No, I'm f***ing not. Dex: Do I have to be? Sophie: Please god, I am so tired.

Dex: Dumbest scar stories, go! Fitz: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Biana: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned. Sophie: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Tam: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn. Keefe: I have emotional scars

Dex, rubbing their temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette. Sophie: But Dex, we don't smoke. Dex: Cut the crap, Sophie. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke. Dex: *points at Keefe* One! *points at Fitz* Two! *points at Tam* Three! *points at Biana* Four! *points at Sophie* Five! Dex: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers! Biana: *puts a cigarrette in Dex's hand* Dex: Thank you. ...Light? The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*

Tam, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Fitz: Hey. Dex: Hi. Biana: Hello. Sophie: Hey! Tam: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Keefe: We were out of Doritos.

Dex: Who the f*** added me to a f***ing group chat? Keefe: >:O language Biana: Yeah watch your f***ing language Sophie: Okay, who taught Biana the f*** word?! Tam: 'The f*** word'. Fitz: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Biana: Oh my god they censored it Tam: Say f***, Fitz. Biana: Do it, Fitz. Say f***.

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Sophie: Thanks fam! Dex: Oh no. Biana: *cries* I love you too. Tam: Sounds fake, but okay. Keefe: *A flustered mess* Fitz: Can I get a refund?