Mass Effect 32012

Jack:
You're a spoiled, rich girl cheerleader!

Miranda Lawson:
Victim!

Jack:
Test-tube clone princess!

Miranda Lawson:
I think it's past your bedtime.

Jack:
Ohh... Did I hit a nerve? I didn't get to read *your* psyche profile.

Commander Shepard - Male:
Ladies, I see we've all gotten enough to drink.

Jack:
Relax, Shepard. I'm not gonna smear the walls with her this time.

Miranda Lawson:
And I couldn't possibly think of something worse to do to her than *that* haircut.

Jack:
Hey, Cheerleader, my haircut and I've been fighting brutes and marauders on the frontlines of this war. Meanwhile, you got your big, bubbly, butt kicked by some guy with a *sword*!

Miranda Lawson:
You see, Shepard? Best of friends.

Commander Shepard - Male:
Honestly, I thought it might help if you two just kissed and got it over with.

Miranda Lawson:
What?

Commander Shepard - Male:
I mean, this is all just sexual tension, right? Two powerful biotics, forceful personalities, confident in their sexuality.

Jack:
...You're shitting me!

Miranda Lawson:
Oh, god.

Jack:
You're a horrible person, Shepard! I need another drink.

Miranda Lawson:
Get me one too. No ice.