Arranging Sim's...rr...marriage

Red: Son is a nice boy! And they've been fiancees for like 6,000 years!<br />
Purple: UH! but he's been dead! I say she should marry Zim! All the way!<br />
Red: Son!<br />
Purple: Zim!<br />
Red: Son! <br />
Purple: ZIm!<br />
Red: SON!<br />
Purple: ZIM!<br />
In the next room,<br />
Sim: What are they fighting about this time?<br />
Son: KNowing them it's either their fighting about who gets the last donut...or arranging your groom...<br />
Sim: hmm...<br />
Zim: I BET IT'S ME!<br />
Son: oh please...Sim deserves better than you...<br />
Zim: You wanna say that again?!<br />
Son: "oh please...Sim deserves better than you..." HAH!<br />
Zim: Oh you done it now man!<br />
Zim goes over to Son and tries to punch him...<br />
Sim kicks ZIm...<br />
Sim: STOP PICKIN' ON HIM!<br />
Zim: Did you hear what he said?!<br />
Zam: Man I hope they both lose...<br />
Sam: ...yeah definetly...<br />
Dib: None of my business...<br />
Yellow: Can we please change the subject?<br />
White: My tea is getting cold!<br />
Sylva: It's your fault...<br />
Dalla: No it isn't!<br />
Lexy: It's the stupid heat in this room! It's about...69.3 degrees Fahrenheit! It's COLD!<br />
Lic: Your an android though!<br />
Gir: TACOS!<br />
MAn-deep: Man...why am I surrounded by idiots?...<br />
Sophia: I don't like tea...got any blood?<br />
Rivka: Not here!<br />
Moonlight: I'd rather drink my potions than this...<br />
An: Honestly...must you bad mouth everything?<br />
Yitzchak: I never seen an alien ghost before...<br />
Yaakov: Really? I've seen him a ton of times...like right now...<br />
Sim: Why does everyone want to own my life?<br />
Zim: Cause your life is-<br />
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TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!!!<br />
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Sim has her hand deep inside Zim's face...