During Dance Rehearsals
Aubrey: okay amy, go to the left.
Amy: take it back now y’all.
Aubrey: no i meant-
Stacie, on the other side of the stage: RIGHT FOOT LETS STOMP
Emily, out of nowhere: LEFT FOOT LET’S STOMP
Amy, Emily, and Stacie: CHA CHA NOW YALL
*playing charades*
Aubrey: One word, covers you? you’re cold, you’re shivering and then you’re not- something soft.. something.. that makes you smile-
Chloe, leaping to her feet: IT’S BECA!
Aubrey: I was going for ‘blanket’ but that’s so sweet I’ll give you the point anyway.
Beca: do you still fantasize about killing me?
Aubrey: Yes.
Beca: how would you do it?
Aubrey: with my hands.
Beca:
Beca: just so you know, i’m also up for being killed by your thighs.
Aubrey: so.... in order to get you to join the Bellas.... Chloe..... needs to give you a hug.... because she looks soft and warm?
Beca: did i fucking stutter?
Chloe, readily opening her arms: come here baby.
Chloe: you know what your problem is? you’re pretty, but no one ever told you to shut up.
Emily: you think i’m pretty??
Chloe: i think you should shut up.
Stacie: i’ll speak french between your legs.
Flo: that sounds pretty weird.
Emily: im just picturing someone screaming “BONJOUR” at a penis.
Amy: SACRE BLEU MADEMOISELLE VAGINA HON TITTY CROISSANTS!
Chloe: titty croissants?
Beca: literally none of you should ever have sex
Beca: im coming out-
Chloe: *gasps*
Beca: ..by Diana Ross is my favorite song
Chloe: oh.. okay.
Beca: because it reminds me of how gay i am.
Chloe: god bless
Aubrey: i think you have PTSD
Stacie: yeah i have PTSD.. proficient talent for sucking dick.
Aubrey: i think we need tot all about your use of humor as a coping mechanism.
Stacie: i don’t think you understand how genius what i just said was.
Chloe: hey Aubrey, do you have any bags?
Aubrey: The only bags I have are the ones under my eyes, and they’re specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence.
Chloe: ...”no” would have been fine
"Alcohol has taught me that when I'm drunk, I will walk anywhere. Sober me complains about a 10 minute walk, but you tell drunk me that I need to walk 2 miles in the pouring rain? BET."
-Beca Mitchell, probably
Stacie, still awake at 3am: if you work on a farm and your job is to take care of the chickens.. then you are a chicken tender.
Emily, eyes wide staring at the ceiling: