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Luke: Why is that guy over there yelling at you to give him his bath rug back? Laura: I have no idea. He must have mistaken me for someone else. Luke: Well, if that ain't just the freakiest thing ... |
Luke: Felicia, I feel your pain, your uncertainty! I can feel two sides of your conscience battling with one another. Just by being here, you're admitting that you're attracted to me, admitting that you just might be willing to forget about Mac and the girls for one night, to just be Orphie, to just let yourself go ... Flea: Ahhhh, shiny shiny lighties! |
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Mikkos Cassadine: so evil that even *HE* tries to choke himself! |
Helena (internal dialogue): I cannot even find words to describe the depth of my loathing for this pathetic weakling I call a son. Yet, oddly, I am compelled to admit that his glasses make him look quite attractive. Stefan (internal dialogue): I cannot even find words to describe the length of my woody as I look at my mother and imagine that woody in between her hands .... I wonder if she noticed my cool new glasses? |
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Luke: Wow, you've grown so much since I last saw you, Lulu! Girl: I'm not Lulu! I'm your granddaughter, Lola! Luke: Well, hot damn, whaddya know! I'm a grandfather! When the heck did that happen?! |
Stefan: AHA! Lulu spoke! Take a shot! Lulu: I'm tired .. Laura: HA HA! Another shot! Nikolas: Sheesh, you guys are fricking sick >:( |