The Birthweek Song
Robbie: Now, before I take anda in there, I should warn you.
Cat: About...?
Robbie: My grandmother, she can be...critical.
Cat: That's okay, I take criticism really well.
Robbie: No, anda don't.
Cat: What's that supposed to mean?!?!
Robbie: It's that anda don't take criticism very well!
Cat: WHY DON'T anda JUST KICK ME IN THE FACE?!
Robbie: I'm sorry, I take it back.
Cat: Okay.

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Mammaw: [of Cat's hair] Why did anda do that to your hair?
Cat: What, anda mean the color?
Mammaw: Do anda hate your mother?
Cat: I Cinta my mother!

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Tori: Oh, how about she (Trina)'s the whole reason why I got into Hollywood Arts?
André: Now you're digging.
Tori: Yay, I'm diggy.

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Tori: I wrote a song for you! I rehearsed it! With people! I performed it for you!
Trina: ...Yeah, I think anda were a little flat on that last chorus. [Tori grabs her sejak her shirt] Oh! Can't hit your sister during her birthweek.

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Mammaw: A girl doesn't dye her hair that color unless she has psychological problems!
Cat: My hair color has nothing to do with my psychological problems!

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André: You're gonna have to get her another present.
Tori: I know that!
André: Got a cheese guy...
Tori: I'm NOT giving her cheese! ...Maybe I should just give up and accept the fact that I'm not gonna find anything good and Trina's gonna hate me for the seterusnya six months.
André: I can't believe anda hit me in the head.

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Tori: I can't believe you're not deep enough to appreciate a gift that totally came from my heart!
Trina: A song is not a gift.
Tori: It IS TOO!
Trina: Can I wear a song? No. Can I eat a song? No. Can I flaunt a song and make people jealous, no, anda FAILED.

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Trina: CAN I HAVE A COFFEE?
Producers: NO!
Andrè: [to Trina] It's not good. [takes a sip of it] So good.