Pitch Perfect 22015

Flo:
[crammed into a tent with all of the Bellas] I do not understand camping. We are voluntarily living like dogs.

Beca:
This is the worst. The air we’re breathing is at least ninety percent fart.

Fat Amy:
That reminds me, I need to see a man about a horse. [climbs over the others to get out] Um, before I head out, anyone happen to pack a spare roll of toilet paper? Maybe some Subway napkins? Tootsie Roll wrapper? Or a t-shirt size extra small? [no response] Nope. Side of the tent it is. [she leaves]

Beca:
What are we doing here?

Chloe:
We’re bonding! You seem so tense. Do you need a back rub?

Beca:
I’m good. Several body parts are rubbing my back right now.

Chloe:
Beca, I know we’re already close but this retreat will let us discover everything about each other.

Beca:
Is that right?

Chloe:
[moving in closer] You know, one of my regrets in college is that I didn’t do enough experimenting.

Beca:
You’re so weird.

Chloe:
I know.