Hicks' Space

Maya: Babe, come to the camera!

Alec: Berger, you know how to dance, right? I need a teacher.

Berger: Of course I do!

Alec: Great! There is a fancy fundraising gala coming up that my family is making me go to and-

Berger: Oh you mean like waltzing and ballroom dancing? I can’t do that. You’ll have to go to Maya.

Alec: Okay.... What did you think I meant?

Berger: *shrugs*

Berger: Pole dancing.

Bean: You got a problem, fat ass?

Hicks: *has 2nd asthma attack of the day*

Maya: You realize that you have insurance now and can go to a doctor, right?

Hicks: You realize that I still can’t afford to go to the doctor, right?

Berger: *lets out a loud, incoherent scream*

Maya: *looks at Berger confused*

Berger: Don’t ask me if I’m okay. I’m totally fine.

Murder: Any last words?

Hicks: Hey, babe, I was looking at a picture from earlier, and I was wondering, is there a hole in your shoe?

Maya: Nice try.

Hicks: Damn it...

Maya: I know how you think.

Hicks: Give a spider a fly, and you feed it for a day...

Hicks and Maya: * behave like they’re in a relationship*

Hicks: Well, Demiter-

Maya: No. it’s not.

Hicks: What?

Maya: It’s not De-miter, it’s De-meter.