Worker of the Magic Kingdom

"No problem with that. If you could be a character though, which would you be?"

"Not sure. I don't exactly look like any Disney character I know of."

"You can’t tell me… that this … isnt worth it."

"Okay. Maybe it is worth it to give us another shot."

"You should never say never, my friend. Who knows what the world has in store for you tomorrow!"

"Fine fine. I'll keep my options open."

"What? No! Of course not… why would you think I would use you for that? You know what you mean to me….”

"I believe you, but I shall stay in the safety of my ride."

"So, what you’re saying is — you feel nothing?"

"Of course I feel something. I always do, but our relationship didn't work out, and if our friendship isn't working either, what are we? Am I just a hook up?"

"Sounds like a lot of pressure, good on you for doing well under it."

"It’s a very refreshing break from the every day monotony that is being an egotistical jerk. It’s fun and exciting." He raised an eyebrow. "Really? I mean, I guess I can kind of understand. Mostly you just have to be able to move your hips, though. They’re usually too drunk to care."

"Well even so, I'll just stick to running rides. I'm good at that. I'd be a better porn star anyways." Oliver shrugs, "But I don't plan on entering that business-- ever."

"Am I not good enough for you anymore, Ollie?"

"You know for a fact you're good enough. But like I said-- friends don't do that."

"That does sound kind of fun, you ever mess up your lines?"

"Well, it hasn’t happened yet, thank god. I’m sure it will some day, though. I mean, I love the job. It’s so much fun and it’s really different from hanging around kids all day. Reminds me that I’m a real live adult." he shrugged.

"Sounds like a breath of fresh air actually. I don't think I'd be a good stripper actually, I'm way too clumsy for that." Oliver crosses his arms, "Sometimes I trip over my feet."

"And you don’t think I have a reason to be?"

"We both agreed to be friends, friends don't have sex. That's just a basic rule."

I don’t have fucking time to walk around the park when I’m working. Personally, I don’t want to be at my job site when I’m not working. 

"I don't blame you, I bet it must be a blast to act Charming all day. I usually just want to go home and sleep when I'm not working."

"You and me both, so, how's it like playing Merida?"

"I’m not mad."

"You're clearly upset."

Jason shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I strip. It’s kind of the total opposite of here, which I guess is why it’s so weird, but hey, it pays the bills.” He raised an eyebrow, making a face as he thought about it for a moment. “I mean, I guess I’m okay at it? I come home with a speedo full of singles most nights, so I guess if that’s how you judge how ‘good’ I am, I’m pretty decent.”

"That's wild. Let's both hope none of your customers come to Disney and recognize Gaston as their personal dancer. But you do what you gotta do, and don't let anyone make you feel bad for having that job."