#calibelle

Bryan, sighing: What’s going on here?

Annabelle: Caliban’s trying to steal my sandwich.

Caliban: Well, we both ordered meatball subs, but they only delivered one. It’s mine!

Bryan: Guys, guys, look, just walk to the sub shop and get a second sandwich. It’s a block away.

Annabelle: Walk?

Caliban: Are you insane?

Bryan: Fine, cut the sandwich in half.

Annabelle: And then what? We each eat a 6-inch sub?

Caliban: Two and a half meatballs a piece?

Annabelle: Are we children?

Caliban: What is this, Russia?

Peverell: You’re bold, you’ve got a tendency for sympathy.

Annabelle:

Annabelle: Oh, did you want me to say something? Uh, you have teeth. Your name is Caliban.

Annabelle: You’re a hazard to society.

Peverell: Not now! Can’t you see I’m dealing with Caliban?

Annabelle: We have a bigger problem!

Annabelle: A friend of yours named You?

Annabelle: It’s so cool that you were alive at the first Christmas.

Caliban: What was the birth of Jesus really like?