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(Silver shows Dixon her tattoo.)
Dixon: Wow! That's...
Silver: Your name. I know. So don't go change it, or I'm gonna be really upset.
Dixon: Yeah okay, um, is it real? (touches the tattoo)
Silver: Ow! Yes.
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Navid: You're such a mess, Ade.
Adrianna: Okay. Thanks for that.
Navid: A recovering addict, you're pregnant and you have what I hope is chocolate smeared all over your face. And you are a total mess. And I couldn't care less. Want to know why? Because I was at the dance tonight and everything was supposed to be perfect, but it wasn't anywhere near perfect.
Adrianna: Why?
Navid: Because I wasn't with you. So I wanted to ask you something. Will you be my Valentine?
Adrianna: Yeah. I will.
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Liam: Honey?
Naomi: Well, you're awfully forward, aren't you?
Liam: For your tea. Honey?
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Naomi: What was that?
Silver: English accents always make people sound older.
Naomi: In what world?
Silver: Can't stop now.
Naomi: Okay. Well less is more.
Silver: Got it, mate.
Naomi: Seriously.
Silver: Cheerio.
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Silver: I need reservations downstairs for dinner tonight and they are completely booked unless you're a guest at the hotel, which I am not but you are, and I wouldn't ask except it's Valentine's Day.
Naomi: Valentine's Day. A holiday you once referred to as the greeting card mafia's stranglehold on the brainless and sentimental.
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Adrianna: Obviously I'm not anybody's idea of a great Valentine's date. Look at me.
Naomi: Hey. Hey. For the record, you look great. You have super boobage going on, crazy thick hair, that dewy glowy look that's all the rage on the runway. You've got it. If I were going to the Island of Lesbos, you'd be my pick.