Bruce: What’s this?
Robin: My to-do list.
Bruce: Oh? That’s great. You’re starting to get organiz—
Bruce: This just says 'finney.'
Mike: Stressed.
Max: Depressed.
Lucas: Possessed.
Will: Obsessed.
Dustin: Impressed.
Jane: Chicken breast.
Everyone: ...What?
Jane: I just wanted to join in
Bruce: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Griffin: I'm a knife.
Billy, from across the room: They're the little spoon.
Finney: How do I deal with my bullies?
Vance: Kill them
Finney: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution
Vance: Kill them only a little?
Finney: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?
Robin: *chugs entire bottle*
Robin: It’s perfume.
Finney: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection?
Robin: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.
El, tearing up the room: where are they?
El, looking under a pillow: who moved them? who moved my children?
El: somebody moved my eggos, and now I am going to start killing.
Finney: It’s dark in here
Griffin: Don’t worry dude I got this
Griffin: *Stomps their feet*
Griffin: *Skechers light up*