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Smurfette: What! You had one outfit on and now you’re wearing something completely different.
Grace: …Yeah…iit…
Papa: Smurfette, she probably got the other one dirty. Let’s not embarrass her.
Clumsy: Thanks for letting is stay in your mushroom, Mrs. Grace. It’s really nice.
Grace: Aww, well thank you. I’m glad you like it. I like our little um mushroom too. But you know, somebody wants a bigger mushroom.
Smurfette: But then you’d be further apart…
Grace: You said it sister.
Grace: Okay, I’ve got to go. I’ve got an appointment. I’ve got a baby on the way, so…
Patrick: We can’t just leave them here alone. Without an adult.
Papa: Ha ha ha. I’m 546 years old.
Patrick: …ooof course you are.
Grace: They’ll be fine. They’ll be fine!
Patrick: Alright. Love you.
Grace: Bye!
Grace: How crazy is this? There are little blue people singing in our kitchen!
Patrick: So you’re sticking with your “this is actually happening theory”?
Patrick: Okay, it says here Smurfs are mythical creatures from Belguim…
Grace: Also says that they bring good luck. Like Leprechauns to the Irish.
Patrick: It says they’re mythical Grace.
Grace: They look pretty real to me. Awww…
Patrick: Oh you hear that hunny, they are only staying here until an actual blue moon rises. Which could happen if the little blue Santa man makes a magic potion which at this point seems completely plausible.
Papa: Master Winslow. Might I borrow your stargazer.
Patrick: My what what sir?
Gutsy: Uh oh, He doesn’t have a star gazer!
Brainy: We’re all gonna die! We’re all gonna die!
Papa: It all turns out just fine…
Grace: …PATRICK!
….Elway…
Grace: What is it?
No no. no no no no….Elway… Elway? Did you do that? That’s…..
Oh eww. Gross.
Oh this is so gross. Ah!!
Grace: oooh gosh…oooooh
Clumsy: Please don’t hurt me. I just want to go home.
Grace: wa..uh…di..di yo…di di di you…did…did you just talk?
Clumsy: I’m not saying till you put down the giant spikey thing.
Grace: Okay so you ah you…you’re like….you’re a…blue…and you..Oh G…OH! Oh gosh are you okay?
Patrick: Grace we’re being attacked! Do not be fooled by their cuteness!
Grace: It’s okay! It’s okay. They’re friendly.
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Patrick: Grace! Guess what! Guess what guess what!
Grace: Ah! Ahh! Um…um..uh. Okay. They invented a zero calorie pizza!
Patrick: No, but that’s a good idea.
Grace: It is. Um..they found a….
Grace: Baby kicked…
Partick: Aww. Hi.
Grace: Hi..aw. Please say hello….
Patrick: Hello Son or Daughter. Hellloo. Heeelllllloooooo…..
Grace: That is not the sound of your voice. That is the voice of a robot. Our child is going to be attached to the Toaster.
Patrick. Or the new VP of marketing.
Grace: No! Nooo! Oh my God! Oh my God!
Grace: Well, Wow you will. You Wowed me.
Patrick: But I have 2 days….
Grace: Oh Yikes.
Grace: Oh no. You can’t come to the ultrasound.
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