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Jack: God, you're completely soaked

Louisa: Wow, really? I hadn't noticed.

Jack: Where's your coat?

Louisa: I hate coats

Jack: Yeah, all that warmth and dryness could piss anybody off

Louisa: For what it's worth, you piss me off even more

Scott: Guys, I think it's starting to rain

Louisa: Coats make me feel all fat and puffy. And then when it stops raining, I'm stuck dragging a wet, useless lump around with me all day.

Jack: And yet you have no problem hanging around with Scott. What about an umbrella then?

Louisa: They make my arms ache. All that holding.

Jack: So you just walk around getting soaked all the time like a moron?

Louisa: Pretty much

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Jack: It's weird to think we're all gonna die, isn't it

Louisa: I guess...

Jack: You don't think it's weird?

Louisa: I think it's weird that we're having this conversation just before Double Maths

Jack: Oh Lou-Lou, always with the witty punchline. You must fear death more than anyone.

Louisa: Why must I fear death more than anyone? I fear mice and clowns and helium balloons, but not death.

Jack: You fear helium balloons?

Louisa: They defy gravity. It's eerie.

Jack: Doesn't it bother you that one day, everything you know is just gonna end? No resolution. You'll just be gone.

Louisa: Well, I guess there's an upside if you get to see all your enemies die first

Jack: But what about if you die first?

Louisa: Then at least I don't have to live in the same world as my enemies

Jack: What about if you and your enemies all die at the same time, and you're stuck up in the afterlife together?

Louisa: Damn

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Louisa: Have you guys got a costume for Halloween yet?

Jack: Yeah, I'm going as you

Louisa: That's nice. How about you, Scott?

Scott: Yeah, I'm going as Finkelstein

Louisa: Frankenstein?

Scott: No, Finkelstein

Louisa: Well, who's Finkelstein?

Scott: Just a guy who used to live next door to me

Louisa: Not very Halloweeny

Scott: Well, he had bolts in his neck

Jack: I remember him!

Louisa: What happened?

Scott: Oh, he moved away years ago

Louisa: No, I mean how did he end up with bolts in his neck?

Jack: Apparently there was an old unexploded bomb under his toolshed

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Louisa: Don't forget the clocks go back tonight

Scott: I'm not falling for that crap again after last year

Louisa: What happened last year?

Scott: I went to take my alarm clock back to where I'd bought it, and the shop wasn't even open at 2am

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Jack: These new shoes are killing me. Why didn't you talk me out of buying them?

Scott: Cos I wasn't there

Jack: That's your excuse for everything

Scott: Have you tried cutting holes in the sides?

Jack: Then they'd just be wet as well as tight

Louisa: Hey, some people would pay good money for that

Jack: I guess this is what I deserve for getting out of bed in the morning