Incorrect Jungle Cruise

Sam: Is she breathing?

Frank: Um, yes.

Sam: ... then probably not.

Frank: Can I put Promixa in the box?

Sam: No.

MacGregor: Can *I* put Proxima in the box?

Kenny: No.

Lily: Can I-

Sam: No one is putting Proxima in the box!

Frank: I know.

MacGregor: But then you and I spent some time together. We had a moment.

Frank: :D

MacGregor: It did not get better.

Frank, pouting: Then give me back my friendship bracelet.

Lily: I'm not mad, just disappointed.

Frank: You have time to talk to me. It's in your planner.

Lily: You can't just go in my planner and write "FRANK TIME" in huge letters across Monday through Friday!

Frank: You look really hot today. ;)

Lily: You're getting married?

Frank: Yeah.

Lily: Okay, well, what do you want me to do?

Sam: Not if they consent to it.

Frank: Depends who you're stabbing.

Frank: Why would you think that?

MacGregor: You always finish each other's sentences.

Frank: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Lily: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright. Beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

MacGregor: *takes off hat, revealing a slightly smaller hat*