Iris: Oh, now you guys have someone your age to talk about stuff with, like Fatboy Slim or something.
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Iris: You want real nightmare fuel? They’re making a live action Powerpuff Girls.
Ivy: Are you twitching?
Iris: She’s chewing.
Me: I’M SMILING.
Iris: Yeah, someone just messaged me and wrote happy holidays.
Me: Who still does that?
Kevin: Oh sorry, that was me.
Iris: Did you just bite me?
Ivy: No, I’m resting my tooth on you.
Iris: Just wanted to tell you to be honest and straight with you, but if you need me to set fire to his apartment, I will.
Iris: You know a hair stylist fucked up when they offer to curl your hair. Remember when I had a bob? She offered to curl my hair and I said, “What is there left to curl?”
Me: Hello.
Iris: Are you talking to me?
Me: Hello.
Iris: Who are you talking to?
Me: Hello.
Iris: What are you talking to?
Me: Hello.
Iris: Am I going on your blog?
(At the vet, reading list of pets staying over)
Me: Is no one going to point out that there is an animal named Shutout?
Iris: Leave Shutout alone, they are doing their best.
Me: You went to The Keg and you got salmon?
Kevin: Ya!
Iris: (turns to me) It looked like it physically hurt you to say that.
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