mitchellscout:

You’re not funny.

Ooh, burn.

mitchellscout:

Just don’t remind her of it.

Oh, I don’t know. You’d make a pretty princess.

mitchellscout:

Don’t. Pepper I swear if you give her any ideas, I’ll blind you with rainbows or something.

Embracing your colorful side, I see. She’s already used it on Jake, though.

mitchellscout:

One day she’s going to do something you don’t like and I’m not even going to try and help you get payback.

I won’t need help, I’ll just lock a drunk Zayn in her room. At least she didn’t turn you into a girl.

mitchellscout:

Ha. Don’t encourage her, Pepper.

She doesn’t mess with me, so why shouldn’t I?

mitchellscout:

Everything is pink and white.

Lou is brilliant.

jake—mason:

Well, you made the right decision  Christmas is in the air, Pepper. Do you smell that? You’re breathing in Jesus. -tries to contain laughter-

-blank look- Jesus smells like weed and holly?

jake—mason:

If it isn’t Moretti! Happy holidays, Pepper.

I figured it was a special occasion and that I should leave my cave. Back at you, Mason. 

jake—mason:

To you as well, Mason.