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BRIDGET: Love you.

BRIDGET: Hey, could you maybe refrain from intimidating guys who talk to me?

CRAIG: I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.

BRIDGET: He was taking my coffee order!

CRAIG: Exactly. Why did he have to ask you what you’re doing this weekend if he’s just taking your coffee order?

BRIDGET: You heard that?

CRAIG: I can read lips. And creepy horndog facial expressions.

BRIDGET: If you’re going to keep coming to Peak Brew on my lunch break then I’ll start going to The Cosmic Cup.

CRAIG: I’m pretty sure the lesbian vegan witches who work there want to bone you too.

BRIDGET: And if I want to bone a lesbian vegan witch then I’m going to do that. Because you and I don’t have a situationship anymore. Remember?

BRIDGET: Hello?

CRAIG: Sorry, I was too busy visualizing you boning a witch. What was your point?

BRIDGET: My point is you’re a celebrity NHL goalie. You’re single. Surely you have something better to do than watch a barista’s mouth move.

CRAIG: I need coffee if I’m going to do the better thing. It’s not my fault that guy was hitting on you.

BRIDGET: Is this what you’re like with all your female friends?

CRAIG: Apparently.

BRIDGET: Wait, do you not have any other female friends?

CRAIG: Why, are you jealous?

BRIDGET:

CRAIG: Not my fault you’re so obsessed with me when you should be eating your lunch, Stitch.

BRIDGET:

CRAIG: Do friends not call friends by their nicknames?

BRIDGET: You can still call me Stitch.

BRIDGET: But come on. You do know that you’re the Stitch in this scenario, right?

CRAIG: No idea what you’re talking about, Stitch.

TOMMY: Bowie! I hear you’re in town! You were robbed btw. You should have won the Vezina. Three years a finalist and still no win?! The judges are blind!

TOMMY: Still so proud of you, though, bruh.

TOMMY: You should come by the house for dinner this week. I got a new grill. It’s fire.

TOMMY: Fire meaning it’s cool. It’s a pellet grill. Which is cooler than it sounds.

TOMMY: Or more fire than it sounds?