Victorious
Simon: Vikk, don't you think Harry and I fight a lot?
Vikk: Sure-
Harry: But ALL couples fight a lot don't they?
Vikk: Well sometimes-
Harry: YES OR NO?!
Vikk: *yelps*
Simon: Let him talk!
Harry: You never listen to me talk!
Vikk, backing away: Can I go now?
Harry, grabbing him: NO! What is your point here anyway?
Simon: I would like to have a boyfriend I can talk to without it turning into a screaming match!
Harry: Yeah? Well I'd like a boyfriend who other girls don't stare at all the time!
Vikk, confused: I thought this was a closet party
Simon: How is it my fault girls stare at me?!
Harry: You could look worse if you wanted to
Vikk, covering his ears: I'm under my bed, I'm under my bed, I'm under my bed
Simon: I can't believe how jealous you get!
Harry: OH! OH! So you think I'm ugly?!
Simon: Wha- Who sai- DID I SAY HE WAS UGLY?!
Vikk, hyperventilating: I- I-
Harry: Vikk thinks we're a perfect couple!
Simon: Vikk, are Harry and I a perfect couple?
Vikk: I-
Harry: DON'T ANSWER THAT!
Simon: ANSWER IT!
Harry: SAY NOTHING!
Simon: COME ON!
Harry: YOU COME ON!
[Vikk passes out]
