Check out the aisle in your local hardware store. I'm not kidding about some of these names.
"See ya."
"H-hey! Where are you going?"
"None of your business. Bye."
"Does this have anything to do with-"
"No. Bye."
"...I'm coming with you. After last night, I don't entirely trust you outside-"
"No. Bye."
"C'mon, you know you want me to come with you, else you'd be halfway to wherever you want to be."
"Fuck you. Hurry up."
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"Hey, be gentle with the car. It's mine, you know... ohh, you bastard. I'm driving, gimme the wheel- agh! Jesus Christ, Mel! That hurt!"
"It'll hurt a lot more when I ram your darling into that oak over there."
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"Matt, can you shut your DS for a few seconds?!"
"One...two...time's up. Heh. ...GODDANGIT MELLO, THAT'S THE THIRD ONE THIS MONTH!"
"Don't worry. Christmas is coming up."
"In five months!"
"Really? I had no idea."
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"So, you were that drunk?"
"Shut it, Matt."
"AHAHAHA-"
"I hold my alcohol better than you do, and you know it-"
"Aha-HA-ha-you're killing me, Mello."
"Shut up and help me find the right color."
"What? Camel crap beige? Personally, I think you should just redo the entire house."
"Actually, that's a pretty good idea. Ours is so nasty it's probably closer to 'dirt floor' than this-"
"Wow, I'm loving this shade of Graycious. Elfin Fantasy is nice too, and suggests subtle undertones of Link and Zelda doing-"
"Oh, god. That sentence doesn't need an ending."
"Like you haven't already thought of fifty ways it could end. Oh, I think you'd like this- Cocoa Cloud. Just don't drool on it too much."
"Ha. Ha. I think I'm just going to pick this yellow one-"
"That's Just Beachy?"
"...god, who made up these names?"
"This Impending Storm matches your eyes, your mannerisms, and you in general. You should get it for your room."
"I'm letting that insult slide. Pick a couple of shades and let's get the hell out of this place."
"Argh. Could you get a cart? Carpeting is -ow!- is kinda heavy."
"Yeah, whatever. Be careful, idiot. You know I can't pay rent by myself."
"Thanks, Mel."