《three idiots》Few Quotie Woties Pt4😍⭐
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Elliott:"love isn't real"
Mickey:"your making a valentines day card for Alex."
Elliott:"your on thin fucking ice."
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Michael:"good responses for being stabbed."
Alex:"rude"
Kacey:"that's fair"
Mickey:"not again"
Elliott:"are you going to want this back?"
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Elliott:"I just realised, the five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance) spell out DABDA; I feel as though this is important information"
Mickey:"sometimes you just gotta DAB DA grief away"
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Alex:"do you want to talk about your feelings Elliott?"
Elliott:"no"
Mickey:"I do"
Alex:"I know, mickey"
Mickey:"I'm angry"
Alex:"I know mickey"
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Elliott:"surgery is just stabbing someone to life. *smiles*
Mickey:" please. Never become a surgeon"
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Alex:"we are trying to make you feel peace. Blood, killing, war, all those are all non-peaceful things. Is there anything else you like?"
Elliott:"weapons. I like weapons."
Alex:"I'm starting to think we have a problematic issue of personal philisophy here."
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