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Max: I need to go to my room and return Warren's __(1)__.

Victoria: Oh look, it's Max Caulfield, the selfie ho of Blackwell. What a lame gimmick. Even Mark --Mr. Jefferson-- falls for your waif hipster bullshit. "The Daguerreian Process, Sir!" You could barely even say that. I guess you got your meds filled. Since you know all the answers, I guess you have to find another way into the dorm. We ain't moving. Oh wait, hold that pose! So original. Don't worry, Max, I'll put a vintage fiter on it right before I post it ____(2)____. Now, why don't you go fuck your selfie? What the hell? Are you kidding? Look at this...

Courtney: Chill, Victoria. It's just water--

Victoria: Yeah, water on my cashmere! Do you know how much this fucking _(3)_ cost?

Courtney: You look... great.

Victoria: I can't even chill on the steps... No way! No fucking way!

Courtney: You okay, Victoria?

Samuel: Ol' Samuel is sorry. Wet paint is not good for hair, nope. Sorry--

Victoria: Get the hell away from me, weirdo!

Courtney: Hold on, hold on, we'll get some _(4)_... We'll be right back!

Victoria: So move your ass, before I dry!

Max: Uh...hey, Victoria...

Victoria: What do you want, Max?