Maybe you'd better take a break from Facebook.

Kiki (waking up suddenly): "Oh! Syrup, I just had a dream about Facebook, and on my Feed it said, "Robert Lawson Likes: Before beating up father, giving him a long, cool stare while drinking gin." It's the only thing I can remember from my entire Home page."

France!

HB: "You should get with a French man."
Syrup: "I wouldn't know how to negotiate consent or STI testing or condoms."
HB: "Avez-vous un manteau pour ton penis?"
S: "--pour ton coq? Do you have a coat for your rooster?"

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HB: "Alouette, voulez-vous un macaron? Quelle dommage! ...I'm taunting the pigeons in French."

Why do they use tables when they have perfectly good bellies?

(HB and Syrup are on Skype. HB adjusts her webcam so Syrup is looking up at her, it seems, from the vantage point of her lap.)

Syrup: "It's like I'm on your tummy!"
HB: "Aww yeah, it's like you're my clam."
Syrup: "..your clam?"
HB: "Yeah, like an otter with a clam on its belly."
Syrup: "Ohhh. That is not how I took it at all."


Bonus!

HB: "I'm so bald. I look like a Renaissance painting."

The country's going to hell in some variety of basket.

Syrup: "Aaaahhh! Why, why, WHY would Republicans bitch about the deficit, only to extend tax cuts that added $700 billion dollars to our national debt, and then reduce that debt by only $60 billion, by cutting programs that we actually NEED?"
Kiki: "They have a plan."
Syrup: "What?? What is it!? What could it possibly be!? Where is this country going?? To hell, most likely."
Kiki: "Yep."
Syrup: "In a handbasket."
Kiki: "No, more likely just some random basket."

I'll give you one guess as to whether alcohol was involved.

Syrup: "This is the night of high fives!*"


*Syrup never gives high fives.

Poor Bruno.

Aaron (while Bruno is speaking): "Don't breathe because if you do, I'm going to add something in there."

Bitch-ness activated.

Kiki: "Don't ever be sick around HB. It activates her bitch-ness."
HB: "You smell like a hospital."