We're falling apart to halftime...

I'm Jeff. I'm eighteen years old and I'm a trainwreck.
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Nick: Positive.
Jeff: ...Okay then. If you're sure.

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Nick: You're not.
Jeff: You sure?

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Nick: You don't have to be.
Jeff: I am. I'm being depressing.

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Nick: Yeah..
Jeff: Sorry..

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Nick: I think that's the point of world peace.
Jeff: Well yeah, but I mean, being happy most of the time would be amazing.

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Nick: Well, maybe just most of the time.
Jeff: That sounds really nice.

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Nick: I think they would, 'cause otherwise more wars would probably start.
Jeff: But people couldn't be happy all the time.

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Nick: Wouldn't everybody need to be happy for world peace?
Jeff: I don't know, really.

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Nick: Who wants sensible anyway?
Jeff: World peace would be awful without you.

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Nick: Well, I'd choose you too, but it's still probably not a sensible decision.
Jeff: It's the only one that makes sense.