"Ew, get away from me!! Don't touch me!"
"Eh, it's you again. What is it?! Can't you see I'm busy?"
"What is it now? Oh, the gym? You're such an idiot, here I'll show you where it is..."
"Hm, what? Oh, nothing. I figured since we both walk home this way that it'd be better if we go together, you know? But don't be getting any ideas, okay!?"
"Oh... is this for me? Well, thanks I guess. God, you're so annoying sometimes, heh."
"H-here. Just take it, okay? It's... for you. I made too much... and since you don't have your own lunch with you... I just... oh, just take it!"
"What is this feeling? Whenever I'm around you... I can't stop feeling this way..."
"Shaggy, you take Scooby and go that way. Velma, you go in that direction, and me and Daphne will head this way."
Thanks
Baby, did it hurt? When you fell out of heaven?
Not really. I fell on a fleshy cushion
My lips are registered weapons
Can I invade your personal space?
You must have fallen from heaven
That would explain how you messed up your face!
"Get in the truck."
