Dia, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want?
Summer : Blue flavor!
Dia: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry?
Summer : Blue flavor! Blue flavor!
Dia: Blue is not a flavor!
Summer : BLUE FLAVOR!
Dia: Do you want to know your gay name?
Summer : My... my gay name?
Dia: Yeah, it's your first name-
Summer : Haha. Very funny Dia-
Dia: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.
Summer : Oh- oh my god.
Summer : Dia... you've been cuddling with me for over and hour now.
Dia: *muffled* mm hmmm :)
Summer : Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.
Dia: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh...
Summer , sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you?
Dia, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES?
Dia: You remind me of the ocean.
Summer : Because I'm deep and mysterious?
Dia: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.
Summer : So, what's for dinner?
Dia, staring at the food they burnt: Regret.
Summer : What do you call a dictionary on drugs?
Dia: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you.
Summer : I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better.
Dia: ...
Summer : Our relationship is strictly professional.
Dia, sitting on Summer 's lap: Absolutely. Only on business.
Summer : Time freezes for everyone but you one day. What do you do?
Dia: Oh… I'd mildly trouble everyone.
Summer : Alright, so what would you do?
Dia: I'd shave a one-inch thick line in every thick beard I saw.
Dia: I'd twist all the lightbulbs just a little bit so no one would know when they aren't working.
Dia: I'd make every wing on girls eyeliner just a little bit higher than the other one.
Dia: And I'd tie everyone's shoelaces together.
Dia: And then lastly, I'd snip a little hole in every tea bag.
Summer :
Summer : Remind me to never allow you to have power.
Dia: The Ocean is a soup.
Summer :
Summer : Do elaborate.
Dia: What are needed for something to be a soup?
Summer : Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.
Dia: *Tilts head*
Summer : The Ocean is a Soup.
Dia: The Ocean is a Soup.
Dia: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!
Summer : Please, just say fuck.
Summer : Tired of just deserving better. Gonna start taking it by force.
Summer : Capitalizing every word in a sentence is vomit inducing.
Dia: Enjoy Your Trip To Puke Land, Boy!
Summer : According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it.
Dia: …I was hungry.
Summer : What's the straightest thing you've ever done?
Dia: *sighs*
Dia: I killed a man.
Summer : Why are you guys acting like this?
Dia: Oh, we're not acting. We really are like this.
Dia: Do I least have a chance to explain myself?
Summer : This is America, so nope!
Dia: This isn't America, this is Hell!
Summer : Go to hell!
Dia: Where do you think I come from?
Dia: I'm a reverse necromancer.
Summer : Isn't that just killing people?
Dia: Ah, technically.
Summer : Can you cut me some slack, Dia? I'm sort of in love.
Dia: I'm sorry, but that's really not my problem.
Summer : I'm in love with you.
Dia: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.
Dia: It'll be fun.
Dia: We'll make a day of it.
Dia: Come on you punk bitch.
Summer : I can't believe I have to say this.
Summer : I don't have time to get tested for sti's with you tomorrow.
Dia: We're sex workers. Either make time or have your pussy fall out. Your choice.
Dia: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?
Summer : I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I've obviously gone crazy.
Dia: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.
Summer : Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.