Y&R Best Lines Wednesday 6/13/12
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Adam: Yeah, no, no, I got it. You're studying for your G.E.D.
Chelsea: (Chuckles) Guess my surprise isn't really a surprise anymore.
Adam: You know what? I love that you're actually doing this.
Chelsea: It--why not? I mean, if I don't pass, what's the big deal, right?
Adam: No, you-- you are gonna pass.
Chelsea: I'm good with bartending.
Adam: I think you could be good with anything that you wanted to be.
Chelsea: An actual career might be nice... someday.
Adam: I can help you study, if you want. I'm a good student.
Chelsea: (Laughs) Yes, I know this, "Mr. Ivy League." But don't you have something better to be doing?
Adam: Well, I mean, even us 1% hedge fund investors, we need to take a break every now and then. I'm all yours.
Chloe: Okay, so before we kiss and make up, we may want to have another fight.
Kevin: Where did you go?
Chloe: I told cane and lily everything, and cane is not happy.
Kevin: (Scoffs) Guess who else isn't happy?
Chloe: Well, you wouldn't listen to me, and I was right, and if I am the voice of reason, then you have seriously gone off the rails.
Kevin: Genevieve is gonna lose it. When she finds out I confided in you and you made a beeline for cane--
Chloe: Well, I don't care. She's gonna have to deal with it...
Chloe: Because I want to live with you and have you love me forever. So are we gonna kiss and make up?
Kevin: After I'm done lovingly grinding my teeth in frustration.
Chloe: How about just a kiss?
Kevin: (Sighs) We're in the middle of Gloworm.
Chloe: How about here?
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