Robin: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?
Finney: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?
Robin: Yes.
Finney: I'd sleep.
Vance: Imagine being under 5’4’’ and thinking you have rights lol couldn’t be me.
Griffin: You wanna keep those kneecaps you better stfu
Vance: I’m sorry, I can’t hear you from all the way down there, can you repeat that?
Griffin: I SAID FUCK YOU BITCH
Robin: One time Steve and Eddie were having a heated argument in the car and Steve took Eddie's Metallica tape out of the player and threw it out the window with rage and Eddie looked him dead in the eyes and pulled out a second copy of that same tape and put it back in the player.
*Random man speaking shit about Steve*
*Steve looking like a kicked puppy*
Robin: I'm gonna hit the living shit out of this guy.
Nancy, calmly: it's not necessary.
Robin: why?
Nancy, pointing at Eddie: just look.
Eddie standing up from the table, running towards to the guy: IF YOU DARE TO SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT MY BOY I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR WINDPIPE AND TEAR OUT YOUR FUCKING SPINE. GET IT?!
Robin: holy shit.
Nancy: yeah. Holy shit.
Steve: guys.. . Don't wanna break the magical moment but Eddie is choking that man.
Dustin, from the corner: FUCKING FINISH HIM EDDIE!
Robin and Steve
Robin and Finney
Eddie: Hello friends!
The party:
Eddie: You might be wondering why I’m taped to the ceiling
Nancy: I was able to get you twenty gallons of blood for the plan
Steve: Woah! Where did you get twenty gallons of fake blood?
Nancy: … You wanted fake blood?
Steve:...
Vance: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done?
Finney: *sighs*
Finney: I killed a man.
Vance: what!?
Bruce, Griffin, Billy and Robin are sitting on a bench
Finney: Why do you guys look so sad?
Robin: Sit down with us so we can tell you.
*Finney sits down*
Griffin: The bench is freshly painted.
El: what’s a thot?
Dustin: it’s just a thoughtful person!
*later at the dinner*
Steve: here’s the salt, el.
El: thanks, steve. you’re such a thot!
Steve: *spits out his coffee*
Steve: I’m a WHAT?
Dustin and Lucas: *hysterical laughter*
Robin: Hey, Finney, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?
Finney: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.
Robin: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?
Finney: Can't really say I have.
Robin: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.
Finney: Sorry, Robin. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.