[ Under the tree (along with Isaac's gift) there's a couple of badly wrapped presents for Derek. The first is - unfortunately - shaped like a bone, the second and third are a book on parenting and a Taylor Swift album.
[ Coming across him - damn, he`d thought Derek would have opened then by now and he could have avoided the inevitable retribution. ] You`'re supposed to open them, bro.
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Because fuck yeah. ]
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I don't need to unwrap that one.
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You can bury it later, big guy.
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What.
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Everybody on the planet in possession of the amount of feelings you do should have this CD.
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I'm not listening to this.
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Do you want me to get you pregnant?
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No, no. The betas are your kids, right? See, it's funny.
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C'mon, it's hilarious. And it's Christmas.
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Come on.
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I got Isaac a book on perms.
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[He heading out the door, leather coat on]
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Take Taylor Swift with you!
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