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Beth: Probably. We’ve all heard them as well. They can’t act like they’re any better.

Monster: I’ve seen them in the bar.

Sunshine: I’ve seen them in the garage.

Tools: My garage?

Rachel: Fucking filthy spies the lot of you.

Divorce: I don’t think I want to be here anymore.

Rachel: Shut up, Dad.

Steph: Yeah, shut up, Dad.

Rachel: Steph, for the love of God.

Tools: Why does everyone keep having sex in my garage?

Gemma: Shh, Grandad. Shh. Go back to sleep.

Jenna: Did you hear that, Steph?

Steph: What?

Jenna: Vienna has just shouted.

Steph: I can’t hear anything down here! I’m coming up.

Dante: The fuck you are.

Steph: I’m allowed in Jenna’s room.

Dante: See above.

Steph: Come out and stop me. I dare you.

Rachel: Gabriella is screaming now.

Steph: Fucking hell, I heard that. Respect, Vienna. I didn’t know you had it in you.

Chris: Maybe she’s faking it.

Rachel: Bloody hell, you came out of nowhere with the shots fired.

Dante: I think Vienna has just experienced shots fired as well.

Steph: Aw, honey, you made a joke. Good for you!

Dante: Fuck off.

Jenna: I think they put a hole in the wall with the way that bed was banging.

Rachel: Well, if she doesn’t leave that room with mild concussion, has she even had a good time?

Monster: Steph always has a good time.

Rachel: That has just made me drier than a digestive biscuit. No one wants to think about you, Monster.